Fathering Perspective – by TexasDad
Dads,
We all know how the economy is going nowadays, and probably most of us, if not all, are concerned about the near future, our jobs, and praying hard about it.
Yesterday at church I saw a good buddy of mine, and he was not looking good. So I took him aside and asked him what was going on ( we are accountability partners, and we often go straight to the point, no “how are you ?” between us )
He told me that at his workplace “pink slips” were flying all around him, personnel reduction was the “word of the month”, and he was very worried about his job. He works in IT and was studying madly to get a *very* hard IT certification to make his position harder to get rid of. I understood, since I share his same concern, and I am in the ‘same boat’ so to speak.
That made me think, and I told him the story I want to share with you all, that happened in my workplace last week.
Last Monday, as soon as we got to the office we were told that one of the oldest executive managers in the company, “James” had passed on the night before, in his bed.
James was the General Manager of our most lucrative sales market, he had been the company VP and CFO in different times, and was one of the oldest employees of the company.
The guy was working 12-14 hours a day, taking very little care of himself, and work was his life.
You all see where this is going, right ?
Few days after the funeral, I was in the car with or VP, going to Dallas, for business. In the car we started to talk almost immediately about James and what had happened. After a few casual comments of sorrow about his death, the VP made a comment that gave me the chills … She said “You know, James “passing away” is going to save the company a lot of money, his salary was quite good, and all in all, we were considering “letting him go” anyway, for we still have to cuts salaries and personnel…” My heart sunk, for I realized how little “James” the man, the individual, had mattered to the company.
Technically, the comment was right. Under the moral and “human” perspective, it was chilling.
Today, a week after the event, “James” is nearly forgotten. Gone, merely a faint memory. His position will not be replaced, the company will save money, and that is the end of a 17 years old career.
Guys, put your time, heart and effort in your family and in God. I still remember the stories my grandfather used to tell me, and he passed away 25 years ago. My children still laugh and cherish the stories I tell them about my mother’s grandfather…
It’s just money, folks, rust and moths. what really matters is in the hearts of people you live with, share laughs, experience life and faith with. You (we all) are *not* what your job says. We are fathers, husbands, a brother, a friend, a son of a wonderful God.
Your company will erase the memory of you in a few days, if you drop dead tomorrow. Your family will remember you forever, put your sweat and effort where it will bear good fruits.
Sorry for the story, it’s probably depressing, but I felt the urgent need to vent…
God Bless you all, brothers.
TexasDad.
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When my Dad retired from Federal Service, he composed a book of witticisms and wisdom he had gleaned from a 40 year career with the government. In the preface, he noted several items.
One, that the average institutional “memory” of a former employee was a little under 2 days and that by making his (homemade) book, he hoped to push his memory to 3 or 3.5 days. (Dad retired at the very top of the civil service system pay scale- he had even written some legislation passed by Congress embodying some needed reforms in the Federal Civil Service system!) I don’t think anyone remembers him there now, several years on.
2) In his book, he told the true story of Ed. Ed was a fellow employee. One afternoon, after lunch, they walked into Ed’s office to discover him slumped over his desk, dead from a heart attack. They called for an ambulance (this was in the days before 9-1-1) and wondered what else they ought to do. While they were standing in Ed’s office, the desk phone rang. It was the undersecretary calling for the report Ed was supposed to deliver to the Secretary and where was Ed and where was the report?
They replied, “Well, Ed is dead and we think the report is under his body on the desk.”
The undersecretary replied, “Well, one of you get that report off his desk and get it up here right now! The secretary is waiting!”
So much for Ed.
So, yeah, Texas has it right. Everything else rots and rusts and disappears, but the memory of the righteous is blessed (Prov. 10:7). Be a blessing to someone today!