Being There…

I guess it would be understandable if – given all the frightening, even terrifying and “how bad is it gonna get?!?” stuff that’s going on out there – worrying about somebody outside ourselves or our family, ie., the “other” guy, would occupy a pretty solid last place on our “care meter” about now.

Understandable? Yes. But good enough? I don’t think so. This is America. We’re the ones who run towards the “blast” to help, not away from it to hide… We’re the ones who reach out a hand, even to a perfect stranger – in big and little ways – just because we’re the ones who happen to…be there.

Actually, I don’t think “being there” has ever been quite so important – so vital – to our living up to who we say we are. But it’s not just in the almost commonplace catastrophes that we have to show up; it’s in the stuff of day-to-day living and working…with our friends – and with our colleagues, too. “Having each other’s backs” – and all that encompasses – should be the way it is. Every day.

Of course, it’s tempting and maybe even human, to roll our eyes or even snort when we see somebody messing up big time – in a meeting, in a presentation, at a company outing… “Oh my God,” we say later to anyone who will listen, “Did you see that?? Talk about blowing it!”

But good leaders, teammates, colleagues, pals – or just good people who happen to be present – don’t ever stand by and allow someone else to fail. Not ever. They step in, step up and do whatever needs to be done to “save” the person…and the situation.

And that means we have to, just for a brief, shining moment completely forget about ourselves and concentrate on making the other guy look good.

This is America. It’s who we are. It’s what we do.

Be there.

The NBA coach, Mo Cheeks, sure knows what it means to “make the save…”

At the opening of a big game, young Natalie Gilbert, the winner of the Toyota “Get the Feeling of a Star” award competition, stepped onto the stage to sing the National Anthem. It all began beautifully. She had a lovely, clear voice and a winsome demeanor. But after a few bars, something happened: Natalie forgot the words…

But Mo was there. Take a look…

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