In the spirit of Christmas, one of my LDS leaders challenged us to ponder about the top 100 blessings in our lives. I pass that challenge on to you, your families, your friends and co-workers. This was introduced by Henry B. Eyring in his article entitled ” We Have a Choice to be Grateful”( http://lds.org/liahona/2011/12/the-choice-to-be-grateful?lang=eng#) The article concluded that if one breaks down your blessings into ten categories; then lists ten in each one, you would make it to a hundred.
One out of a zillion blessings that sped across my brain was the idea of a mulligan. This is a golfing term that simply means one gets a “do-over” that does not add to your score. Golfing etiquette predicates that one is given a mulligan; you cannot ask for one. You are at the mercy of your golfing partners.
Ultimately it is all about your relationship with those that you play, work, and live amongst that determines this blessing. Are you worthy of this act of kindness?
At work, we all seek a mentor that will take us to a level of competence or growth that on our own seemed unfathomable. This mentor is someone who always sees the “big picture” and perhaps at one time was the recipient of a muilligan.
Below I have published a poem by the cowboy songster, Rod Steagall, entitled ” The Fence that Me and Shorty Built” which shows how giving a mulligan is indeed Raising One to the Power of One.
Please consider today who in your sphere of influence needs this blessing as we celebrate the Christ child’s birth. What better gift to offer Him on His birthday than a blessing to another in His name ?
The Fence that Me and Shorty Built
“We’d picked up all the fencing tools
And staples off the road.
An extra roll of ‘bob’ wire
Was the last thing left to load.
I drew a sleeve across my face
To wipe away the dirt.
The young man who was helping me
Was tuckin’ in his shirt.
I turned around to him and said,
“This fence is finally done,
With five new strands of ‘bob’ wire
Shinin’ proudly in the sun.
The wire is runnin’ straight and tight
With every post in line.
The kinda job you’re proud of,
One that stands the test of time.”
The kid was not impressed at all,
He stared off into space.
Reminded me of years ago,
Another time and place.
I called myself a cowboy,
I was full of buck and bawl
I didn’t think my hands would fit
Post augers and a maul.
They sent me out with Shorty
And the ranch fence building crew.
Well, I was quite insulted
And before the day was through,
I let him know that I’m a cowboy,
This ain’t what I do.
I ain’t no dadgummed nester,
I hired out to buckaroo.
He said, “We’ll talk about that son,
When we get in tonight.
Right now you pick them augers up.
It’s either that or fight.”
Boy, I was diggin’ post holes
Faster than a Georgia mole.
But if a rock got in my way
I simply moved the hole.
So when the cowboys set the posts,
The line went in and out.
Old Shorty’s face got fiery red
And I can hear him shout.
“Nobody but a fool would build
A fence that isn’t straight.
I got no use for someone who ain’t
Pullin’ his own weight.”
I thought for sure he’d hit me
Glad he didn’t have a gun.
I looked around to find a place
Where I could duck and run.
But Shorty walked up to me
Just as calm as he could be.
Said, “Son, I need to talk to you,
Let’s find ourselves a tree.”
He rolled a Bull Durham cigarette
As we sat on the ground.
He took himself a puff or two
Then slowly looked around.
“Son, I ain’t much on schoolin’,
Didn’t get too far with that.
But there’s alot of learnin’
Hidden underneath this hat.
I got it all the hard way,
Every bump and bruise and fall.
Now some of it was easy,
But then most weren’t fun a’tall
But one thing that I always got
From every job I’ve done,
Is do the best I can each day
And try to make it fun.
I know that bustin’ through them rocks
Ain’t what you like to do.
By gettin’ mad you’ve made it tough
On me and all the crew.
Now you hired on to cowboy
And you think you’ve got the stuff.
You told him you’re a good hand
And the boss has called your bluff.
So how’s that gonna make you look
When he comes ridin’ through,
And he asks me who dug the holes
And I say it was you.
Now we could let it go like this
And take the easy route.
But doin’ things the easy way
Ain’t what it’s all about.
The boss expects a job well done,
From every man he’s hired.
He’ll let you slide by once or twice,
Then one day you’ll get fired.
If you’re not proud of what you do,
You won’t amount to much.
You’ll bounce around from job to job
Just slightly out of touch.
Come mornin’ let’s re-dig those holes
And get that fence in line.
And you and I will save two jobs,
Those bein’ yours and mine.
And someday you’ll come ridin’ through
And look across this land,
And see a fence that’s laid out straight
And know you had a hand,
In something that’s withstood the years.
Then proud and free from guilt,
You’ll smile and say, ‘Boys that’s the fence
That me and Shorty built.”
© 1993, Red Steagall, reprinted with permission
Please consider visiting this site and giving a mulligan in kind for all the busted up, retired cowboys that could use a helping hand especially this time of year.