“man, people are always putting me down … like when someone says I did a good job at something. I feast on that. It makes me want to do more, like I could live on that attaboy for weeks”.Something that comes to mind is a teacher I had in third grade. It seemed nothing I ever did was good enough for her. To this day I remember how she used her words to put me down. To basically say if I was struggling with third grade that life, in general, was going to rock me. Flash forward back to today at the firehouse. It’s super easy to do. You look over at that recruit and see him doing something wrong. You laugh and make fun with the other guys but do you go over there and correct the action? It’s okay to make jokes. The fire service runs on jokes, but only partly. There has to be a mixture, like an engine, to make this thing run. If you plant seeds of doubt in your men you can’t be surprised when they aren’t confident. Listen up cause it’s about to get real. You have to erase that doubt, build confidence, put them back in the zone, let them do it ( even if it’s wrong) and then correct the action as needed. The same goes for raising up children. It’s sometimes hard to think of the officer as the father of the house because you then naturally equate firemen to children. I’m not saying they are childish, that’s not it at all …It’s about taking the love and attention of a father and bringing it to the firehouse while taking the leadership and responsibility of the officer and bringing it home.