You couldn’t see anything but jungle through the “hell hole” of the CH47.
We weren’t told where we were going, but we were on our way.
I don’t know how long we were in flight, but eventually we landed on a big sandbar in the middle of a river. There was nowhere else to land. We had a mission to complete.
At first we stayed on one side of the river, but eventually we had to cross it. The current was pretty swift and as we crossed one soldier steeped into a deep hole.
His buddies rescued him but he lost his weapon. Losing a weapon is abolutely forbidden!
Now we had to find it.
We rigged up a safety line down stream, due to the swift current.
After a while one of our soldiers was taken by the current and caught the safety line. The rushing water was in his making difficult for him to hold on and breathe.
He yelled to me “Rock, I can’t make it!” I could see the fear in his eyes. If he had let go, he would be swept into the rapids.
I started out to get him right away and got him back to shore.
We went on to complete our mission.
As I look back over the years I realize there are times in life when you can’t make it on your own. You have to ask for help, which is one thing most people won’t do unless the situation gets really bad.
Fast forward to now and I see this in the world of coaching. You have to know your people. You have to check on them and see how they are doing in life, not just in training.
This is especially important now with Covid-19 impacting everyone’s lives one way or the other. People might not have the virus, but they are unsure of what to do next. Some are very depressed.
Some want to move on but need some help, someone who can come alongside them and give them direction and encouragement.
I take that seriously as a coach, just like I did back in my military days.
I am here to help, that’s my job.