Nurtured
Our family has a tradition of taking every child through the principle of operating (this operation covers designated positions in the family and the extent to which the family's properties are to be used and invested). This also covers how one is expected to behave as a family member. It is a kind of code of conduct that guides one for the future.
Nancy did a great job at this as she literally carried out a surgery on my, planting every principle deep within my skin and sewing it up. She made sure that none of them escaped as she forced them through my mouth each day until she saw that I had reached my saturation point. Regarding this principle, she said a lot of things but one stood out; you must value the family's business above every other opportunity that comes your way.
This rang like a bell in my ears on a daily basis but time and situations would prove if I will be able to keep to this terms. Life is full of promises and commitments but only the courageous tends to keep up with this. This was part of my nurturing as Nancy made sure this sank deep into my being.
I can remember one of those days I was being my timid self, I needed one of the drivers to drop me off a friend's party but I didn't just want any car to drop me considering that this friend is from a rich family and is well respected in the class and society. I lacked the courage to approach Savie knowing that he was quite prudent when it comes to spending and would consider the economic analysis of the usual car and the one I'm about to request for. Lost in my thoughts, I soliloquised "how I need this car". Nancy turned and looked at me "what car?" She asked. I then realised that I had spoken aloud. I muttered the birthday and all to her. That day, I regretted telling Nancy because that day, I saw her in a mood I had never seen her and do not think I'll ever see her in such mood again. Nancy went wild with anger "Are you for real? Are you kidding or you are just joking... " a lot of rhetorical questions kept flying in my direction such that I didn't know the direction to face in dodging the piercing looks accompanying each rhetorical question.
After a while, she calmed down and asked me to sit down. Then, like a mother, she began to speak "Ramsey, this is your home, Mr. Savie, our Dad is your father as well as mine. His personality does not change that. You should know how to approach your father and make requests. If you can't face Dad at home, how then can you face tge board of Governors of our firm when they all will be bent on proving myou wrong despite how much you try. You see why I'm angry with you? So, now you are going to meet Dad and make that request and make sure you convince him to give you the car because coming here without a positive reply will make me more angry compared to what you have seen." She concluded.
Determined not to make Nancy angry the second time, I began to calculate what would make Mr. Savie to hand over this desired car after his thorough analysis. Approaching his study, my legs began to wobble. I almost went back but a flashback of Nancy's angry outburst was set before me and I invited all the courage I could muster to form a courageous pool and swarm accross to meet Mr. Savie. I rendered my request with everything within me that I felt would make sense and presented it before my Dad and yak! my request was granted.
My nurturing process has a great thanks to Nancy. The courageous and bold Ramsey you see today, facing off all of these was made by Nancy.