“I am going to be your life coach,” my father just told me. “I am going to be your mentor and show you how to live life.”
“What’s first?” I asked, excited.
“First things first,” dad replied. “I want you to take a shower and wash your beautiful hair everyday. I am coming over every morning before work and see that it gets done. I also want you to shave everyday. You can be so remiss about shaving. We are also going to eat a sensible and nutritious breakfast every morning. I am going to eat with you.”
“What’s next?” I asked growing ever more enthused.
“We are getting you some nice clothes,” dad said. “I am tired of those t-shirts and shorts you wear constantly. They look sloppy. You said you need help learning to live a right life so I am stepping in.”
“Thank you,” I told him with a tear in my eye.
I really don’t know how to live life. That’s sad to say for a thirty eight year old man, but I need help. I need encouragement. I need a “life coach” as dad called it.