By Jim Hagarty
Late last night I received a message from a life coach, offering me the benefits of her services.
I replied that I already have a life coach. His name, and this is pure coincidence, is Jim Hagarty.
I did not say the coach I already use is a very good one. At times, in fact, I have thought of suing him for malpractice. However, we’ve been working together on my life for a while now and I find it hard to break up with the old bugger.
Hagarty steers me in the wrong direction, on average, about three times a day. He’s often grouchy and on occasion has stopped speaking to me for hours on end. When things get tense, about the only useful suggestion he ever seems to offer is to go get myself another coffee and pick himself up one while I am at it.
When I have questions, half the time he has no answers for me. When I could use some encouragement from him, more often than not, he offers me none. When I could use a shoulder to cry on, he’s usually missing in action. When I go to him looking for a bit of wisdom to get me through a predicament, he tries to buy me off by telling me a joke instead.
In fact, the more I think about him, the more useless he seems to me to be as a life coach and probably as any other kind of coach unless a person needs coaching on how to go for coffee. And yet, he has stuck with me through thick and thin and we have a history together that goes way, way back. He has promised, in fact, to stick with me till the end.
He may not be great, but at least he’s there for me. Twenty four hours a day. Oh, and he always promises to send me a bill. But he never does. He has cost me a lot buying him coffee though.
Maybe he needs a life coach of his own to help break him of the habit.
