When I was a child my father would take me ice fishing with him and his buddies. I remember very clearly
first time he took me out on
ice. I was so excited to be included in his fishing trip that I couldn’t sleep
entire night prior.So at 4:00am when my father came into
room to wake me, he was a little surprised to find me wide eyed and full of energy. When we got out onto
frozen lake I remember hearing
ice creak beneath
wheels of
truck as we slowly approached
small wooden shack that would house us from
elements for
remainder of
day.
I remember being concerned as
first ‘POP!’ resounded from
crystal floor below. But then, I took one look at my father and all of my fears where dispelled. I knew that with my father at my side I was safe from harm.
Once inside
ice cabin we lit
small heater in
corner and my father went over some of
safety rules with me. After
initial talk on safety,
wooden plank which covered
4 foot long by 2 foot wide hole in
ice was removed. One look into
murky darkness below and I became
poster boy for ice fishing safety.
My father went over
basics with me and then showed me how to properly drop
line and how to watch it for a bite from
fish.
As he instructed me, I absorbed every bit of information he shared, and followed his lessons to
tee. I never questioned him, or desired anything else but to make him proud of me, and have fun. Over
course of that day I caught half a gallon of trout, and had
time of my life.
I often think back on this story when I am in a position to lead men. My father commanded not only my loyalty, but my respect, my devotion, and I surrendered to his command on blind faith.