The Joy of Giving Away Power

I’ve long enjoyed teaching:
 
It’s all about empowerment.  It’s about watering the bamboo.  It’s about the fishing not the fish.  
 
At Georgetown University and Korea I taught climbing.
 
At REI I taught young parents how they could still backcountry camp, only now with their toddlers.
 
When I was a company commander, I got to play Drill Sergeant.  I took a platoon of lieutenant and E-5 trainees, fired them up and set them loose in the woods of Fort Pickett, Virginia.  I dove into each one of their foxholes.  I questioned them.  I quizzed them.  I coached them.
 
At Fort Irwin, California — before the tent burned down —  I went through 3 butcher charts.  The unit was on its way to Iraq.  I drew the battlefield flow, beans & bullets for the XO and First Sergeant. 
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At Westpoint (USMA) I  interviewed with Colonel Donelson.  My daughter was 6 months old and I was 6 months into my company command.  My wife and I decided that we would have stayed on for Westpoint or the Naval PostGraduate School in Monterey.  Army Buddy Captain Guiseppe “Joe” DiNola (2005 BMW R1200RT, 66,000 accident-free miles) made the cut.  Joe went on to Columbia University and taught sociology and psychology at the Military Academy.
 
I moved to Chicago and became a factory foreman.  My team members came from southside Chicago, akin to Southy in Boston.  I learned  how to pull Material Requirements Planning (MRP) database queries.  I taught my people.  Thus empowered they could handle issues with production line parts-hoarders.  In performance reviews, I discussed how to advance in USRobotics, or elsewhere, and plot a course for a career that might allow them to live in Sauganash instead of Cicero.
 
We arrived at Von’s rock & roll grocery store off of Hollywood Boulevard.    I gave my 4 year-old daughter a $10 bill.  We went through each aisle.  
“Daddy, can I have …”  
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Watching the wheels turn …
“I think I can”
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When we got through the last aisle, we got another cart.  We lifted up each item and gave it the once-over.
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“Well, Daddy, we already have that box at home.”
 
 
 
 
 
 

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