I have always hated
making decisions. Really big life changing decisions frightened me for the
longest time, and making the little day to day decisions, like what I`m going
to eat for lunch, are tedious and annoying to me. Being indecisive is something
I've lived with my whole life. So, naturally, I looked to those around me to
help make these decisions. For the big decisions in my life, one of those
special people is my father. He was actually the person who taught me the most
about my choices and how important they are. My father has a unique outlook on
life. He believes that in every situation in life we have a choice on how to
approach and handle it. I remember the day my father taught this exact lesson
to my brothers and I.
It was a Saturday, and just like every Saturday,
my brothers and I were enjoying a nice day at home. Just like every Saturday,
my brother Tobias and I, being very similar people, were butting heads on who
would be using the only computer in the house next. Like normal my oldest brother
Sam tried to break up the impending argument that was about to break out and
got drug into the argument himself. So naturally, we went to the only parental
advisor in the house, my father. It just so happened, that on this particular
Saturday, my mother had taken the day off to hang out with her friends; fully
knowing this, I was ready to put on the best “daddy`s little girls” act to get
what I wanted. As we all ran up to my dad speaking at once, he told us to stop.
He looked at the three of us and asked us a very confusing question. “If I were
to spit on you, would you be mad?” My brothers and I exchanged confusing looks.
I`m thinking, “Dad, you’re the one who taught me spitting on people is socially
unacceptable. Of course I would be mad!”
My brothers and I came
to the conclusion and told our dad, “Yes, if you spit on us, we would be mad at
you.” Our father looked at us and said, “No, you would be wet. Only you decide
whether you get mad or not.” At the time I did not fully understand this
lesson; however, I was recently reminded how much our decisions affect our
lives and thought back to what my dad had taught my siblings and me. He was
right; we have a decision in everything in our lives, and they have a big
impact on where we end up. This was made clear to me just the other week.
After the six of us were
elected to office, we were beyond excited to be serving the members of
Minnesota FFA. We knew that the year was going to be jam packed full of
adventures and opportunities we had never been given before. On of these
opportunities was going to be traveling to South Africa for two weeks. I was
very excited for the opportunity and wanted to go back to the country that had
stolen a part of my heart two years earlier. I longed to go back, but this trip
would be a big chunk of money (on top of the even bigger chunk of money I was
paying for college), and the trip was going to be the first two weeks in
January (which happened to be the first two weeks of spring semester). This was
going to be a hard decision. So, I turned to my dad for guidance. After a long
talk, he made it clear that in the end this was my decision not his, but he did
leave me with this advice, “Spencer, I know that there will be many
opportunities for you throughout this year. Maybe this one is just not for you.
There is a time and a place for everything, so what is your time? Maybe there
is something bigger right around the corner.”
In the end, I decided
not to go on the trip to South Africa with my teammates. But little did I know
that my father was right; there was an amazing opportunity right around the
corner. A few weeks after my teammates had been accepted as one of the 75 state
officers traveling to South Africa, I learned of an opportunity to travel to
Washington D.C. for National Ag Day. This was an opportunity I was not going to
let pass me by. My teammate Eleora and I applied, and were both very excited
when we got accepted. We booked our
flights and waited for March 20th to come.
The chaos of my life took my mind away from my trip, and it slipped to the back
of my mind. The Monday before we were to leave I got an email from the National
Ag Day coordinator; it read: “we're excited to see you in D.C. in a week!’ and
included a few tasks we had to complete before arriving. I got excited and
started a packing list. Knowing I would have the time to speak with some
Congressmen and women, I caught up on Minnesota agriculture so I could have
good conversations when in D.C. Later that week on Thursday, I received another
email from Jordan who works for National FFA; this email got me very excited to
travel to D.C. It was inviting me to attend the National Ag Day Celebration and
Proclamation Signing at the United States Department of Agriculture on Tuesday
with the Secretary of Agriculture, Sonny Perdue, and special guest speaker Vice
President Mike Pence. I was going to see our Vice President speak, I was so
excited for the opportunity! I went home that night and celebrated with my
family.
The next
morning, I was standing in the kitchen talking with my dad before I had to
leave to go to a conference. I was just about to leave when my phone buzzed,
and I decided to check it before I left (and boy, am I glad I did!!!). It was
an email from a staff member from National FFA, It went something like this…
I hope this email finds you well, and you are excited to join us
in Washington D.C. for National Ag Day. I was just wondering if you would like
to introduce the Secretary of Agriculture at the celebration on Tuesday?”
Needless to say, my jaw
hit the floor! Standing in my kitchen, I quickly replied to the email saying I
would LOVE the opportunity! Then my dad looked at me and said, “Spencer,
remember when you didn't take the opportunity to travel to South Africa, and I
said it was because it wasn't your time. Well, now is your time.”
BEYOND excited, I jumped
on the plane to head to D.C. for the opportunity of a lifetime. On Tuesday I
introduced the Secretary of Agriculture, met the Vice President, and received a
special shout out in his speech. I was on cloud nine for days!! I got this
incredible opportunity because I waited for my time.
As FFA members we are
given countless opportunities in and out of the blue jacket. I know many FFA
members who take all of them (don't worry, I was the same way). Even though we
have many opportunities available to us, often times we do not get every single
one. Whether it be serving in a specific office we were going for, or competing
at a higher level in a CED or LDE, getting the lead role in a play or musical,
getting a scholarship to school or a camp/conference, or getting that perfect
dream job, it is not because we are not good enough for it, it is simply not
our time. What is the next thing right around the corner we can't see yet? How
do we handle ourselves when we don't achieve a goal? Are we bitter and full of
resentment, or do we move forward to the next opportunity knowing it is not our
time? When is your time?
Check out the clip of me introducing the Secretary: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tJVX-Pdwx1c&feature=youtu.be
For the final time, Stationed by the Emblem of Washington,
Spencer Flood
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