In the spirt of Father’s Day, I want to take this moment to celebrate our fathers, and the paternal figures in our lives! Here are five lessons I learned from my own father that have helped me become the woman I am today.
Be Diligent, Always
In everything you do, do it well. No matter how big or how unimportant, diligence is key to a well-led life.
Success Can Never Replace Self-Respect
The corporate world is a dog-eat-dog world, where the rules of the jungle suffice. Eat, or be eaten. Kill, or be killed. My father often chose principles and morals over empty flattery and personal promotions, and I always respected his moxie. After all, what does it profit a man if he gains the world, but loses his soul?
Love. Care – to the Best of Your Abilities
The remarkable thing about growing up with younger siblings is observing the chasm of change between the way they raised you, and the way they raise your siblings. As more siblings arrived, I watched them become more loving and caring. Anger and short tempers matured into patience and quick forgiveness. Through my father, I learned better how to love in words, and in action. By example, he taught me that to love those in my life, I must also care for them as best as I can. I try my best to emulate this example.
Food is, and Must Be Good
My father loves good food. He slaves away cooking for us, pouring the best of himself into his dishes, and feeding us with love. This man honed my talent for good food, and I’ve never looked back. I learnt from him that half of life’s happiness comes from being able to end the day with quality food that somehow nourishes the soul, as much as it feeds the body. My father takes care of his health and body, and so do I, for if my physical body is weak, so too do my soul and mind become weak.
Never, Never, Never Give Up
Like Winston Churchill said, “never, never, never give up!” Let’s also remember this patriarch’s words, where he encourages us that, “if you’re going through hell, keep going.” When it’s good; when it’s hard, consistently, without fail, my father encourages me to never, never, never give up. So often has he spoken these words to me that I have eventually internalized them. For me, there is no surrender.