It seems that when there is a major holiday I think more about my family and what family has meant to me in my life and my career. This probably should have been part one in this narrative of learning to coach because without my family, first my parents and my brother, now my wife and children coaching would be meaningless. My parents, how they raised me and where I was raised definitely molded me. They shaped my values and my life view. I am a first generation American my parents were immigrants from Ticino the Italian canton of Switzerland. I now realize how much that their experience as new comers to this country in the 1920’s, with no idea of the language and culture shaped the lessons they passed on to me. Neither had much education to speak of, but they put tremendous stock in education as a means to a better life. Even more valued than education was work. Their work ethic was off the chart. Their attitude was that you worked until the job was done and you did it to perfection. My dad was a gardener, although he never said so the lawns, the shrubs and flowers were his studio. It was where he produced his art. My mother was a gift wrapper in a china shop. Each package that she wrapped was a work of art. She took tremendous pride in what she did. I learned from them that you worked to be the best that you could be regardless of what you were doing and who was watching. I realize now what an impact their example had on my philosophy of life and coaching. A day does not go by without me thinking about the lessons I learned from my parents and the sacrifices they made for me.
My wife and my children are amazing. To be a coach’s wife and the son and daughter of a coach is not easy. Without their support, sacrifices and understanding nothing I have done in coaching would be possible. Thanks you guys for putting up with me.
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