My dad is a tough guy. My friends in college dubbed him "the macho man" for good reason. Well, on Monday, the macho man had a heart attack. It's a strange feeling seeing your father, the picture of strength in your life, in an emergency room bed fighting against a blood clot that's trying to take him down.
I thank God that he made it and is coming home from the hospital today. This week has been strange. Monday (the day of the heart attack) was my last day of vacation, so I was ready to get to work this week. As you can imagine, I have not gotten much work done yet.
Well, that's not entirely true. I should say that I didn't get much work done at my job. However, I did spend a whole bunch of time with my mom, dad and even my brother Abel who flew in from Phoenix to see dad.
From a traditional time management standpoint, this week was a disaster. However, the way I manage my time is not all about what I check off a to do list. It's actually about doing the most important things with the most important people. I did that this week, and from that standpoint, this week was a huge success.