The doctor had no patience for Robroy on the golf course.
“Caddy!” he shouted as I stood still, holding the pin. We were on the first green. This was my summer job in high school, and I took it seriously. I knew to hold the flag so it wouldn’t wave, but it was not enough for this guy. “Your shirt is flapping in the breeze!”
I loved caddying for entrepreneurs. You could tell who was the most successful by who was most relaxed. It was the opposite with doctors.
He glared at me until I’d got a hold of the pin again. Then he put his head down and tapped the ball. It arched smoothly toward the cup. I pulled the pin. In she dropped, a 15-foot birdie.
“Nice shot, sir,” I said, jogging over to take the putter.
“See what a difference it makes?” he said. “If I’m going to have a great game, I need you to have a great game.”
“Got it,” I said. I did, too. Over time, building my career in the service of others, I have grown to appreciate what he said even more. Golf is life. Life is a game. And a game is more rewarding when you try even harder to be your best.
(Read Robroy’s column in today’s Baltimore Business Journal)
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Wasn’t sure where you were going with this, but what a great message.
Is it the butterfly effect? Or shall we define the moral of the story as this: There are no unimportant jobs, only people who don’t realize the importance of their jobs on other people’s goals.
Love it, Beth! Thanks!