My dad, Chubby, started with nothing. No money.
No education. No open doors. Not even a dad (his dad died when he was just three).
Yet starting from scratch, he built one of the largest real estate firms, lending institutions and land development firms in Ohio. How? In addition to learning his businesses better than anyone, and working hard, Dad developed 11 Leadership Rules. Today we talk about one.
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My dad, Chubby, was the most focused,
purpose-driven person I ever knew.
He cautioned me often about how easy it would be to fritter away my life.
Chubby’s focus reminds me of people like Joel Osteen. When Osteen was getting started, he devoted 10 hours a day, five days a week, to one singular purpose — writing and rehearsing his 50-minute Sunday sermon each week.
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Chubby warned me that if I lived my life right
it would be filled with mistakes.
Over time I learned that he was resoundingly right.
He told me that my only real risk in life was “you might not have the courage to go for it enough and get it all done.”
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Skylar and Her Father Dancing to ‘Jingle Bell Rock’
My father and I shared the same musical taste and, as it turns out, much more.
“Chickity China the Chinese chicken / you have a drumstick and your brain stops tickin’ / Watching X-Files with no lights on …”
I freeze. I look toward my father, hoping he knows the next line, but he’s stuck, too.
“One more time?” he asks. I nod as he presses replay on the car stereo.
A big breath in and … “It’s been one week since you looked at me / cocked your head to the side and said ‘I’m angry,'” we sing in unison.
I’m nine years old, and we’re parked outside Baskin-Robbins because we’ve promised each other we won’t go inside until we nail this last Barenaked Ladies verse. I can’t remember if we ever actually figured it out, or if we even got the ice cream, but what I do remember is: That moment and that music were ours. READ MORE
Rebekah and her dad
Coaxed out of a deep slumber. A soft trumpet moaning out Reveille. But I am not a soldier in the barracks. I’m seven years old, snuggled in bed. This was Dad’s way of waking us up. And at bedtime, he played Taps.
My dad — the Music Man. He used music to speak, to teach, to show his love. I fondly remember dancing on the kitchen table as a toddler, Dad and I singing along to Bob Marley’s Buffalo Soldier.
He played trumpet as a kid, but eventually moved on to guitar. I still remember the first song he played for us, He’s Got the Whole World in His Hands. Over the years, Dad played many instruments (bass, drums, Native American flute, didgeridoo), but came back to the guitar later in life. READ MORE
Marshall Davis Jones
Spelling Father from stillmotion on Vimeo.
Marshall Davis Jones is a world-bridger.His unique gift to make us think, feel and realize runs deep into the human experience. As a professional spoken word artist and dramatic performer, he has been featured in two TEDx Conferences, at the Musical Instrument Museum, the Omega Institute and BBC World Service.
His clients have included numerous colleges & universities (Pace, NYU, Utah State etc), The Leon Sullivan Foundation, the I.Am Angel Foundation and the Jordin Sparks Experience. He has shared the podium with the likes of Marc Lamont Hill, Ambassador Andrew Young, Henry Louis Gates, and Simon Sinek.
Marshall regularly conducts workshops with youth and adults.
My father, Theodore Joseph “Bubber” West, was blessed with both in abundance. As a business owner, civic leader and city alderman for over seventeen years, he used his influence to help everyone he encountered, never once expecting reciprocity. Daddy never met a stranger. If he had a dollar, he would give you that dollar and apologize that he didn’t have more to share.
Kirsten with her Daddy on graduation day.
One of his most endearing characteristics was that he loved to laugh; you could feel the unfettered joy in his laughter. He told the corniest jokes, but you couldn’t help but laugh with him, because it was contagious. Tears would stream from his eyes, rendering it impossible not to join in the moment.
His favorite joke was when people would rush into his office asking for one thing or another; he’d look up at his ceiling and say, “Ssssh… did you hear that?” People would always abruptly stop speaking, follow his gaze, and say, “No, Bubber, I didn’t hear it.” He’d say, “Listen closer; you still don’t hear that?” They would concentrate harder, listening for anything out of the ordinary then say, “No Bubber, I still don’t hear anything.” That twinkle in his eye would get brighter, and he’d say, “I know, it’s been like that all day!” Now, that might not be funny in and of itself, but the fact that he thought it was hilarious made it so… every single time.
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