Would you Get out of the Fox Hole..??
Posted: March 22nd, 2022, 6:22 pm
Ok… just a question that came up a week or so ago in my mind.
I work with a high pressure Executive bunch.
All type A’s, hard chargers with exceptional intelligence and egos.
I’m shepherding along a critical project, that has been fraught with outside influences and impacts.
So delay, and costs have started to vary widely from expectations.
I was asked to prepare and report on status to the highest executive level at a certain time.
I prepped and went upstairs … to the top floor…
Announced myself to the admin and was instructed to take seat in the officers office and wait. He was in a meeting elsewhere on the floor.
I sat there and sat there. Ten minutes became twenty, which lengthened again.
Nervousness grew. It was almost unavoidable.
I started to question intent.
Was I being made to wait..??
Was I in trouble?
Was this a physiological litmus test?
Anyway, my stress level got pretty high.
So I had a silent prayer.
Just asked for a steady heart, and calm steely nerves.
I continued to wait.
The thought came into my mind….
Would I get out of the foxhole, and charge the machine gun..??
The answer from a knowing spirit said Yes! I would. (It knew I would leave the safety of protection, and at whatever peril to my own self, I would charge forward toward the machine gun.
Then the thought came… would he? (The CFO I was to meet). Would he get out of the foxhole and charge the machine gun..??
I didn’t know…. I actually have no idea his personal disposition or level of courage.
Then the spirit whispered… “that’s right, you don’t know, but you know you would”.
“You would face danger and hazard for your team. In spite of fear”.
Then my heart settled and somehow great courage swelled in my breast. I know I can face fear and danger and hazards and still move forwards.
Moments later, he swept into his office, invited me over to sit at his desk, and apologized several times for keeping me waiting, and in fact, he seemed to forget he was going to strongly voice his displeasure with the project status.
He became quite meek and accepted my report and made the meeting as brief as possible.
Thanking me for my efforts and overwatch.
I left that top floor relieved, and not quite euphoric, but happy I hadn’t gotten my butt chewed as the messenger.
It was a great personal bit of revelation and inspiration.
I work with a high pressure Executive bunch.
All type A’s, hard chargers with exceptional intelligence and egos.
I’m shepherding along a critical project, that has been fraught with outside influences and impacts.
So delay, and costs have started to vary widely from expectations.
I was asked to prepare and report on status to the highest executive level at a certain time.
I prepped and went upstairs … to the top floor…
Announced myself to the admin and was instructed to take seat in the officers office and wait. He was in a meeting elsewhere on the floor.
I sat there and sat there. Ten minutes became twenty, which lengthened again.
Nervousness grew. It was almost unavoidable.
I started to question intent.
Was I being made to wait..??
Was I in trouble?
Was this a physiological litmus test?
Anyway, my stress level got pretty high.
So I had a silent prayer.
Just asked for a steady heart, and calm steely nerves.
I continued to wait.
The thought came into my mind….
Would I get out of the foxhole, and charge the machine gun..??
The answer from a knowing spirit said Yes! I would. (It knew I would leave the safety of protection, and at whatever peril to my own self, I would charge forward toward the machine gun.
Then the thought came… would he? (The CFO I was to meet). Would he get out of the foxhole and charge the machine gun..??
I didn’t know…. I actually have no idea his personal disposition or level of courage.
Then the spirit whispered… “that’s right, you don’t know, but you know you would”.
“You would face danger and hazard for your team. In spite of fear”.
Then my heart settled and somehow great courage swelled in my breast. I know I can face fear and danger and hazards and still move forwards.
Moments later, he swept into his office, invited me over to sit at his desk, and apologized several times for keeping me waiting, and in fact, he seemed to forget he was going to strongly voice his displeasure with the project status.
He became quite meek and accepted my report and made the meeting as brief as possible.
Thanking me for my efforts and overwatch.
I left that top floor relieved, and not quite euphoric, but happy I hadn’t gotten my butt chewed as the messenger.
It was a great personal bit of revelation and inspiration.