“Is Anthony better because you were there?” My dad, General Jim Anderson, always has a way at cutting to the chase. That day was no different.
I was telling him about a coaching session I had just finished with Anthony, one of my direct reports. I felt satisfied as I walked away from Anthony.
I prepared the night before, prayed for wisdom that morning, and delivered my message right before lunch. I kept my cool when he reacted negatively. I had won that battle. But, Anthony never got better. I had lost the war.