It’s guest post Monday! This post is written by Floyd Samson who writes at Their Go I a faith based blog. You can connect with Floyd on Twitter and Facebook. If you would like to be featured on my blog please click here.
I’m honored to hopefully contribute to Dan’s calling and message. I met Dan through my site where he graciously reached out and we struck up a friendship and I’m looking forward to the next time we can hook up over a cup-uh-Joe.
It was a menial job – the kind of job that doesn’t require a lot in the way of smarts and was sure to inflict pain on a regular basis, especially the way my boss, the owner of the company, wanted it done.
In a world of automation and technology, my boss had become very successful building houses the old fashioned way, at least in parts. I worked after school nailing off roofs by hand for twenty five dollars a house.
I used my childlike imagination to motivate myself with zero supervision. Each house was a race, from the eave to the ridge while my imaginary opponent on the other side of the roof wanted to win as badly as I did.
I timed myself to measure the progress in my menial job, stayed on roofs after school until way past sunset making sure I finished the job. While the ladder, the box of nails, and the hammer were obvious tools needed, the bandaides were a close second.
The mutilating of the index finger and thumb, as well as the nail head striking the inside of the index finger during the “setting” strike of the hammer, resulted in the flesh being ripped off the side of the finger far more often than I wanted.
Bloody roofs were the norm… but the action of “set” and “sink” in one swing of the hammer coupled with the agility of getting the next nail in position with the left hand full of them allowed a nail to be driven in less than a second per nail.
I learned to swing a hammer like few people ever master. While that might be a rarely envied or respected act, it is the attitude behind the action that serves us well, regardless the widget.
The owner’s attitude toward change, while lacking, taught me more than how to swing a hammer. He didn’t compromise what he believed was quality for speed and had great respect for those that worked hard and diligent for him adopting his overall leadership philosophies.
There is gratification in being honest, fair, loyal, and sometimes down right stubborn when our moral compass demands it.
I’ve been in business for over two decades. Who in their right mind would fund a business with substantial start up costs and little equity for a headstrong and seemingly reckless kid?
About a decade later, the man I proved myself worthy by doing with honor what was below everyone else…
We can’t become effective leaders until we learn how to serve…