Last week, I got a call from a friend who had just lost his job. I’ll call him Bob. I’m really worried about him.
I’ve had friends lose their jobs before – between lay-offs, terminations, and down-sizings – but this was different.
Bob got blind-sighted. And Bob lived for his job.
In fact, Bob gave up everything for his job. His hobbies. His marriage. Even his health. So you can imagine his state of utter and complete panic when he called to tell me he had just been fired. What was I supposed to say?
Bob, I tried to tell you a year ago that your job was sucking the life out of you.
Bob, maybe you should get on your hands and knees and beg your wife to take you back.
Bob, I’m sure this all happened for a reason. I’ll be praying for you.
Bob, you need to file a lawsuit. I’ll find you a lawyer.
I just couldn’t find the right words. So I listened.
Bob used to go to church on a regular basis, but I’m not real sure where his spiritual life is headed these days. I hope and pray that his new-found circumstances will get him thinking. What’s important? What am I living for? Is a job worth risking everything?
I still worry about Bob.