My dad wore the smell of smoke like a business suit. He was a firefighter. As he battled the flames that threatened people’s lives, he brought the fumes of his heroism home.
Before his death two years ago, I asked what made him successful through 28 years of service. I wanted to tuck his expertise into my heart. You see I also fight fires.
Not the blazing from a building kind.
Instead, I fight the circumstances fueling difficulties kind. You probably have too. Our circumstances may differ. But it’s likely our challenges share common ground.
Here’s what I mean.
Dad’s first lesson: Stay low. That’s where the oxygen is.
I needed that.
In the weeks prior to my father’s passing, I struggled to catch my breath. Grief has a way of suffocating the soul unless we’re properly resuscitated.
Are you breathing? Particularly, as you think about who’s in your life or who’s not — or why…
To read more, join me over at fatherswap.com. I’m honored to be the guest writer on Kia Stephens’ blog this week. Thanks Kia!