The Absence Of A Father
No one is ever truly alone and what we lack in the natural, God
always makes up the difference.
The Voices Of Your Past
The introduction from the forth coming book by Frank Francis.
A true story about the rewards of rising to the top 1% or
for a bagpiper.
My Daughter, My Hero
Who sets the baramator for your success?
Focus: The Power of "NO"!
Mastering this 2 letter word can change your entire life!
Dr. John C. Maxwell shares the process of a personal growth
plan including seven statements about the growth process.
Charting Your Destiny
Learn the 4 principles for successfully charting your destiny!
3 Questions Jesus Forbids Us To Ask
Questions are powerful…and some are so powerful that Jesus forbid
us to ask them!
My Daughter's Eyes
Daughter, My Hero
by Frank Francis
Life lessons can be found anywhere
and often come from the strangest sources. Here’s one
that came full circle on me.
I have a daughter who at the time of this writing is eighteen and attends Texas
A&M. I often refer to her as my hero (or heroin to be gender correct) because
of the integrity she walks in. She possesses strong character, balance, focus,
faith, and unwavering determination. She possesses them because her mother and
I put them in her.
It was the summer of 1995 and we had decided to visit Six Flags theme park in
Arlington, Texas. I was overly excited about this trip because as a child my
parents would bring me to Six Flags every year…sometimes twice or even
three times. Naturally I wanted to share this experience with my daughter, Tatyana,
who at that time was a ripe age of nine.
After spending the night in a hotel in Arlington, we arrived at the front gates
of Six Flags dressed in full battle gear…shorts, sunglasses, sunscreen,
camera, caps, etc. Tatyana had saved a little money for the trip and decided
that my wallet would be a better custodian for her treasured few dollars than
her shorts pocket (wise choice). So, we rode, spun, flipped, splashed, and walked
over and over the campus of the theme park. Her little eyes were constantly scanning
everywhere for the perfect item to purchase with her tiny stash of money. She
would look at teddy bears, trinkets, souvenirs, you name it…she was considering
It was the year our hometown basketball team, The Houston Rockets, won the championship
and that had a great influence on Tatyana. She loved sports, especially basketball…at
least that year. As we approached the gaming center, she stopped and said, “Dad,
I know what I want to spend my money on!”
Oh! I saw it coming! I cringed inside. I knew she was going to throw her money
away on those games trying to win a prize. “I want
to shoot the basketball hoops! Let me have my money…please!” she
Out it popped, “Taty (her nick name), that’s a foolish waste of money.
These games are fixed so it’s almost impossible to win.”
Without blinking an eye she repeated. “Dad, please let me have my money…please.
I want to win a Rockets basket ball!”
Standing in front of us were three teen boys desperately attempting the shots
and missing every time. PERFECT! There’s nothing like a living illustration
of futile attempts. I stood my ground, pointed to the young men and drove the
example home to my daughter, “See those guys…those big boys? Look
at how they’re trying and failing. They’re much older than you and
they can’t win. What do you think your chances are? Huh?”
Tatyana turned and looked at me with the most solemn face I can remember seeing
on any nine year old. With a poker face, she spoke truth that I had planted in
her, “Dad…they’re not me.”
What could I say? This was my own lesson coming back to me. With that, I reached
in my wallet and pulled out a dollar and handed it to her. She paid the attendant
and took the basketball in her tiny little hands. With one hand on top and one
hand on the bottom, she peered at the goal for what seemed an eternity. Then,
she rolled the ball back, stepped back with one leg and thrust the ball into
the air. The shot was way too high, so it appeared. But, the height of the arch
was what she was calculating for. With precision accuracy, the ball slid right
through the goal without so much as touching the rim of the goal. WOOSH!!!! PERFECT
SHOT!!! I could not believe it! My eyes and the eyes of everyone around were
as big as a cat’s in a tub of water! “Dad. Give me another dollar…please.”
Not again I thought! This was a one in a hundred chance and she wanted to go
again. “My dollar…please.”
Off she went again. WOOSH!!! PERFECT SHOT…AGAIN!!!
That evening, Tatyana spent four dollars and made four baskets! I didn’t
know what to do with all the basketballs she had won. We were bouncing them all
around the theme park for the rest of the evening. It was a lesson I’ll
NEVER forget. YOU CAN’T LET OTHER PEOPLES FAILURES OR SUCCESSES
BE THE BARAMATOR FOR YOUR LIFE. THEY’RE NOT YOU!
The truth is, we all do that from time to time. Take the lesson from my hero,
my daughter, and you just might find more balls in your court than you counted
What was it that Jesus said? “We must be like little children.” That
my friends, will make you a winner!