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Above are several photos of my father and I over the years – in the horrible blue dress, I’m a teenage bridesmaid at his brother’s wedding; in the amazing champagne dress, he is walking me down the aisle on the best day of my life; and as a blonde, he was there when I converted to Catholicism about the same time he did. My brother and I were raised by a single father for much of our lives, so he and I were very close, and I used to get in fights at school over whose dad was smarter (I obviously won). I idolized my father as a child, because he was one of those smartassy, cynical people that taught me to think critically. One of my favorite inappropriate sayings of his that I never understood as a five-year-old was, “do you know where you can find sympathy? In the dictionary between ‘shit’ and ‘syphilis,'” and he most certainly meant it. Even when you had a boo-boo. But this tough love wasn’t the best advice my dad ever gave me (although it ranks pretty high up there), no, it was more simple.
“Go look it up.”
That’s it. That’s the best business advice and even life advice that my father ever gave to me.
“Daddy,” I would ask at age four, “what does ‘cajoled’ mean?”
“Go look it up.”
“But I can’t read…”
“Go look it up.”
I would ask as a teen, “Dad, what does it mean when someone’s rights have been abrogated?”
“Go look it up.”
Before Google, I would ask, “Dad, how do I get to South Lamar? How do I add this oil to my car?”
“Go look it up.”
If I didn’t understand my homework, I would ask, “Dad, how do I solve for x?”
“Go look it up.”
I was reading at a third-grade level at age five and my poetry (which was terrible, of course) was published by age four. I studied my ass off in school and got into an amazing college, and I eventually became the writer I had always wanted to be. I still have a torn-up dictionary that I was given at age five – you know the old one… the hard-bound red Merriam-Webster, and it has notes, highlights, and many, many words circled in pencil.
In the photos above, Dad and I are arm-in-arm, but he was not one to prop me up along the way, but for my own good. In our house, there were no shortcuts. No one was a helicopter parent. There was no reliance on anyone but myself. There was to be no laziness. There was no homework done for me. Most importantly, there was never an answer given, even when I was stuck.
So when you’re having a tough time with a client, go look it up. When you can’t figure out what tax software to use, go look it up. Need to improve your networking skills? Go look it up. When you have a fleeting thought about something you’re curious about, never remain curious. Go look it up.
Just go look it up.
