A good old-fashion heart warming story
BUSINESS MATTERS BEYOND THE BOTTOM LINE - Francis J. Kong (The Philippine Star) - August 18, 2019 - 12:00am

Here is a story that caught my attention. It got me to think deep and so I figured that with all the business and leadership ideas I have been sharing here; it would be good thing to take a break and feature an old-fashioned kind of an excellent heart-warming story.

The Goodbye Kiss (Author Unknown) 

The board meeting had come to an end. Bob started to stand up and jostled the table, spilling his coffee over his notes. “How embarrassing. I am getting so clumsy in my old age.” Everyone had a good laugh, and soon, we were all telling stories of our most embarrassing moments. It came around to Frank who sat quietly listening to the others. Someone said, “Come on, Frank. Tell us your most embarrassing moment.” 

Frank laughed and began to tell us about his childhood. “I grew up in San Pedro. My dad was a fisherman, and he loved the sea. He had his boat, but it was hard making a living on the sea. He worked hard and would stay out until he caught enough to feed the family. Not just enough for our family, but also for his Mom and Dad and the other kids that were still at home.” 

He looked at us and said, “I wish you could have met my dad. He was a big man, and he was strong from pulling the nets and fighting the seas for his catch. When you got close to him, he smelled like the ocean. He would wear his old canvas, foul-weather coat, and his bibbed overalls. His rain hat would be pulled down over his brow. No matter how much my Mother washed them, they would still smell of the sea and of fish.” 

Frank’s voice dropped a bit. “When the weather was bad, he would drive me to school. He had this old truck that he used in his fishing business. That truck was older than he was. It would wheeze and rattle down the road. You could hear it coming for blocks. As he would drive toward the school, I would shrink down into the seat, hoping to disappear. Half the time, he would slam to a stop, and the old truck would belch a cloud of smoke. He would pull right up in front, and it seemed like everybody would be standing around and watching. Then he would lean over and give me a big kiss on the cheek and tell me to be a good boy. It was so embarrassing for me. Here, I was 12 years old, and my dad would lean over and kiss me goodbye!” 

He paused and then went on, “I remember the day I decided I was too old for a goodbye kiss. When we got to the school and came to a stop, he had his usual big smile. He started to lean toward me, but I put my hand up and said, ‘No, Dad.’ It was the first time I had ever talked to him that way, and he had this surprised look on his face.” 

I said, “Dad, I’m too old for a goodbye kiss. I’m too old for any kind of kiss.” 

“My dad looked at me for the longest time, and his eyes started to tear up. I had never seen him cry. He turned and looked out the windshield.” 

“You’re right,” he said. “You are a big boy... a man. I won’t kiss you anymore.”

Frank got a funny look on his face, and the tears began to well up in his eyes, as he spoke. “It wasn’t long after that when my dad went to the sea and never came back. It was a day when most of the fleet stayed in, but not Dad. He had a big family to feed. They found his boat adrift with its nets half in and half out. He must have gotten into a gale and was trying to save the nets and the floats.” 

I looked at Frank and saw that tears were running down his cheeks. Frank spoke again. “Guys, you don’t know what I would give to have my dad give me just one more kiss on the cheek... to feel his rough old face... to smell the ocean on him... to feel his arm around my neck. I wish I had been a man then. If I had been a man, I would never have told my dad I was too old for a goodbye kiss.” 

I don’t know about the rest of the guys, but I wanted more than anything to put my arms around my dad and let him know just how special he was to me. 

It is so easy to forget to tell people how important they are to us, especially our parents. If you still have your Dad (or Mom) around, then go and see him. Tell him how much you love and appreciate him. And if you can, put your arms around him, kiss him on the cheek, and let him know just how important he is to you.

 My kids are all grown up now. Kissing, embracing and hugging is all part of our family rituals. And trust me, from where I am coming from, and at this stage of my life; it’s the most significant dividend one can ever have for a life spent on investing love in them.

Leadership does begin at home.

(Attend two exciting and inspiring days of leadership training with Francis Kong. His highly acclaimed Level Up Leadership seminar-workshop will have its last run for the year this Sept. 10-11 at Makati Diamond Residences (near Greenbelt 1). For registration or inquiries contact April at +63928-559-1798 or register online at www.levelupleadership.ph)

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