Action: Upend the Pyramid
“Look, Son,” Dad said at breakfast this morning, “I know that you and I need to talk. I know it,” he repeated, making sure that I heard him.
Dad really looked at me when he said this, his eyes revealing what they usually keep hidden, a depth of love for me and his understanding of my need. We’d talk. My dad and I would not miss our chance.
“But today, Mike,” he continued, “I want you to go to work. Dive in, Son! Please!”
There it was again. “Please.” I just looked at him for a moment, trying to get my bearings. Dad and I were going to make a connection—that’s what he just promised. Underneath everything else, that’s all ...