This year’s letter is for anyone lucky enough to call themselves a chapter president, flirted with the idea, or aspire to hold a title one day in the future. If that is not you, I invite you to come on this journey anyways. Even if you haven’t or don’t want to climb to the highest leadership run on our organization’s ladder, I hope you can still see some of yourself in this essay.
For two years, I was privileged to be called to lead the Lambda Iota Chapter at the University of Central Oklahoma. Gladly and thankfully, I was not elected to a third term as president, though it was something I pursued. Of all the organizations, clubs, or departments I have led, the role of chapter president still ranks as one of the most stressful positions I have held. Yet, I still look back with fondness, because it taught me so much about myself, managing people, working with others, and how to respond in times of crisis. These are lessons that still show themselves. More importantly, the position taught me humility. I didn’t always get it right as a leader, and I failed more than I care to admit, but I learned to own those moments, learn from them, and attempt to be better in the future. Without a doubt, I am a better person because I was called upon to lead my brothers.
When I was elected to serve my chapter, Lambda Iota was still in its infancy as an organization. Two years before, we received our charter. Left to our own devices, our founding fathers began shaping our chapter. UCO’s Greek System was relatively small at the time, but I think it is safe to say that Pike was positioned as a middle of the road chapter, possessing some unique disadvantages. We were new and still an unknown product. We didn’t have a chapter house, strong on-campus leadership, or sophisticated systems in place to ensure our organization took advantage of every opportunity before us. We also saw ourselves pitted against another fraternity, who was the best chapter across their entire organization.
I began serving my chapter as the first non-founding father to assume the role. My mission was simple. We were going to emulate our competitor in every way. We would do this until we beat them at their own game. Wherever they were, we would be too. Whether it was athletics, on-campus leadership, student government, volunteer work, fundraising efforts, recruitment, campus-wide elections or attendance at on-campus events, we made it our mission to watch what they were doing and figure out a way to do it better. We figured we had to make our presence known. We knew we wouldn’t always win, but we would compete with all that we had.
In the beginning, we lost, and we lost a lot. We weren’t claiming trophies or titles. We weren’t the envy of anyone’s eye. We weren’t seen as a threat. As a leader, I used this to motivate my chapter. This is when we chose to get serious about recruitment. Our mission was simple. We were going to sign the most and best men. We would call more incoming freshman. We would host more events. We would knock on more dorm room doors. We would help more students move in. We would invite them to more events. We would be the first friendly face they met at UCO. We would recruit year-round, and we would not stop. Not everyone we signed would be initiated, but we were confident that we could sign more scholars, leaders, athletes, and gentlemen than anyone else. If we did this well, we were confident that wins would begin to mount in all those areas a chapter had to win to be considered great.
That first fall, we signed the second largest class on campus, second only to our competition. With that new class, we saw pieces of the puzzle beginning to come together. We checked more boxes and deepened our involvement. We also started to win. The tide was shifting, and we all felt it. It was contagious. Winning is contagious. By the time we arrived at my second fall recruitment as chapter president, we signed more men than any other chapter. When we finally heard numbers from others, including that chapter we were attempting to emulate, we knew our collective effort and dedication had paid off in countless ways.
Then, it became our duty to maintain our position on campus. There was a storm brewing that could have spelled disaster for us. It was also a sign that it was time for me to step aside. Our challenge began with a house we were renting and calling a chapter house. At first, it was a source of joy. It was a physical space to call our own. At the time, this was a new responsibility for the chapter and our leadership. Slowly, rents weren't paid on time by those living in the house. We had also developed a lax attitude about paying dues (me included). We were staring down the barrel of financial trouble. Stepping aside meant I needed to find new ways to lead. My chapter demanded and tested me for it. I was humbled, but happy to oblige.
From that storm and under the leadership of a new president, we emerged stronger than ever with all the tools to dominate every facet of campus life. For close to two decades, that was exactly what Pike did at UCO.
Personally, I emerged from this period in my life with a new definition of servant leadership. Those final months were tough. Accusations flew with ferocity, my name was dragged through the mud, and all that we accomplished took a backseat to the greatest challenge before us. But I survived, and so did the chapter.
I am telling you this story as a cautionary tale. Your chapter leadership experience will be different. A unique set of challenges will be waiting for you on your doorstep. You will be tested in unimaginable ways. But I am sure you will draw the same conclusions I did. Being the president of a fraternity is one of the hardest leadership positions I have ever held. For two years, I felt the constant threat of some action that might have meant forfeiture of our charter. I had to balance egos, varying viewpoints, demands of other houses, organizations, and the university. I found myself burdened with how we were perceived. I became consumed with the notion of being anything but a typical fraternity. I wanted our organization held in higher regard.
When we failed at our goals or lofty ideals, I took the sting personally. I often viewed those moments as a reflection of my leadership. I constantly questioned myself. Was I being too lax or too strict? Was I too ambitious? Was I failing to motivate others? Was I the leader my chapter needed? Was I the wrong guy for the job?
To do this day, twenty years later, I still find myself recycling opportunities where I failed and could have done better. Those moments when I did not meet my own stringent expectations are moments I still negotiate in my head. But I am also filled with intense pride for what we have built. Our legacy is everlasting. The Lambda Iota Chapter has experienced the cyclical effects of change that all organizations face. They have seen the mountaintop, and they have been humbled, but the tools for greatness remain. That is something for which I am immensely proud.
Now, I write this as a forty-year-old man. For almost twenty years, I have been a chapter advisor. I began my journey at Lambda Iota, but I have also advised the Beta Beta Chapter at the University of Washington (where I still serve) and an expansion chapter at Cal-State Northridge. I am still deeply entangled in the inner workings of our fraternity. But now, as then, I am so much more than a fraternity man. I am a partner, family member, and nonprofit employee deeply involved in his community through various clubs, boards, committees, and organizations. Every day, I find myself in service to someone or something bigger than myself.
This idea of service above self was born during my undergraduate days, when I assumed a role that would change my life forever. It is a guiding principle that dictates almost every decision I make. Those fraternity days also came with other lessons. In the last twenty years, I have learned to give myself some grace. I have learned to rally others. I have learned to ask for help and admit when I was wrong. I lead with a small heart on my sleeve, but a more profound vision guiding me along my way. Without my time as a chapter president, I doubt these lessons would have rung as true for me, but I must admit there would have been other opportunities to lead.
You don’t need the title of president to lead. In organizations and communities, both big and small, we have the power to lead meaningfully. We can lead in small conversations, little acts of services, or moments that go unwitnessed. For all organizations and communities to maintain a positive influence, these little moments are in much more demand than some grand speech from a podium by a leader in the front of the room. While I have relished any opportunity to be the person who leads from the front, I have also grown more confident following a path blazed by others.
I learned these lessons because of my fraternal service. It is hard for me to regret the moments of tribulation or moments when I could have been better. In the end, they shaped and molded me. With some reflection or quiet moments during your own leadership, I am sure you will feel the same way.
So, lead. Lead from wherever you are in your organization. And for those about to answer the call of presidential leadership, I implore you to relish the ride. There will be days when you and others are second guessing every decision you make, but if you bring the best version of yourself, the rest will take care of itself.
Be good to each other,
Nathan
Open Letter
Dear Pacific Crest Trail (2023)
Dear Pacific Crest Trail,
I have not forgotten about you. I hope you have not forgotten me. You were once such a consuming thought. Never in my life have I given so much of myself to a dream. Never have I poured so much energy into something. I spent countless hours researching, training, saving, and planning. I talked about you to anyone who would listen. I shared my dream with anyone who seemed to care. You were my north star. You were a constellation brightening the darkest night. Everyone I met in Los Angeles and everyone who followed my story online knew it.
Family, friends, and total strangers rallied to support my dream. They offered to mail me food boxes on the trail. They went on practice hikes and backpacking adventures with me. They donated to help fund this dream of mine, and they even helped purchase gear. I have never felt so loved, supported, and encouraged in all my life. I may spend the rest of my days chasing those feelings.
In an instant, my dream vanished. Three days into my journey, a global pandemic sent us home. In an abundance of caution, it was the right call. Sitting in a cabin in Mt. Laguna, a mere 30 miles from the Mexican border, we watched the news. Airports and borders were closing. Government agencies were begging people to stay home to slow the spread. Businesses were locking their doors. Eventually, the Pacific Crest Trail Association asked us to head home.
Hitching a ride back to San Diego to regroup, I felt overwhelmed with emotion. I was heading home with nothing more than hope that I might return in a month. I was not heading home because my body betrayed me. An injury, poor financial planning, or some family emergency was not calling me home. I was heading home because of something completely out of my control. No amount of research, training, saving, or planning could prepare me for that feeling. I felt utterly helpless.
In the months that followed, I battled a profound sadness and a deep sense of loss. Slowly, the news went from bad to worse. It was clear we would not be returning to the trail in 2020. In a few months, my life radically changed, and nothing went according to plan. The loss left me feeling lost and heartbroken, and I had to navigate a world that I did not understand or care to know.
All the while, I never forgot about you. Three days were not enough. I need to see you again. Just so we are clear, I never stopped planning and searching for a way to return to you.
There is no date circled on my calendar. I do not know when we shall meet again. For now, I count myself lucky enough to have you near me. As you snake your way through Washington state, I plan on walking as many miles of you as the weekends will allow. I do not know if a thru-hike, section hike, or weekend trips via a conversion van that I can call my own will reunite us. All I know is that we shall meet again. Until then, do not forget about me. I certainly have not forgotten you.
Be good to each other,
Nathan
Lessons of Our Father
On a daily basis, almost without fail, I write. In a world filled with noise and endless distraction, I find refuge in a blank, white computer screen and the flickering thought of what might come next. It is my way of processing the world and what I experience. Most of the time, this means thinking deeply about the entertainment I digest, the books I read, places I travel, and the food I eat. At other times, this can mean sharing lessons learned from moments both big and small. What I write has always been part journal and part musings from a partially examined life. I have always chosen to share my thoughts in the hopes of starting a dialogue.
With this understanding, this piece is for my dad. Losing your father is a monumental experience. It deserves attention. It deserves examination. In my mind, as a writer, I think it deserves to be shared. To experience such an event is natural. It is meant to be the order of things. If things progress naturally, it will happen to all of us.
If we are honest with ourselves, we understand our names will not ring for eternity. If we are lucky, our names will last a few generations. With each passing iteration of family and friends, the light containing our name will flicker until it is no more. One day, who said or did what will be lost to time. This does not mean our time on this planet does not matter. On the contrary, it gives purpose to the time we do have. While we have a better chance of winning the lottery than being the next Caesar, Lincoln, or King, we should still strive for greatness, small acts which can cause ripples throughout time and space, and small gestures of selflessness that can make a world of difference.
When I examine the legacy of Eldon Box, my father, I do not see a man who will be remembered forever. Yet, I see a man whose ideals will stand the test of time. What he stood for will last longer than his name. If he were sitting here today, I can imagine him saying, “Such a truth is more than fine by me.”
Those ideals are important, and they are lessons instilled deep within me. Now, if you will indulge me, I would like to share some of his most concrete and foundational teachings.
Any man can father a child, but being a dad is much more powerful. Dads show up. They teach. They correct. They show their softer side without fear. They model behavior. They provide. They empower. They do not stand in the way of their partner. They let them shine brightly. They forgive. They learn. They adapt. They provide unconditional love. They hope to build better versions of themselves. They celebrate and they console. They share and they give. They know themselves. They are gentle. They are loving. They are supportive. They are men we should choose to emulate.
Patriotism comes in many forms. For some, it means service in the military. For others, service can come in the form of nonprofit work, volunteerism, politics, and/or advocacy. This grand American experiment demands active participation from us all. We should focus less on winning and scoring points for our side. Instead, we should be solely focused on perfecting our slice of this union for those who follow in our footsteps.
Our families should come first. We have an obligation to those most immediately standing in our circle of influence. Our families deserve selflessness and presence. They deserve the best of ourselves. They deserve to know we are not superheroes, but flawed vessels still working toward something better. They deserve a name filled with pride and power. They deserve to know power comes in many forms, but outward power focused on making the world a better place is a power worthy of our pursuit. Again, they deserve love.
Our friends deserve kindness, forgiveness, and generosity. Our friends deserve hours lost to laughter. They deserve shoulders to cry on when the world gets tough. They deserve the shirt off our backs. They deserve time and patience. They deserve us showing up when needed. They deserve to feel like family.
These are lessons taught by my father that I will never forget. These lessons are also only the tip of an exceptionally large iceberg. Underneath the water’s surface, there are countless others. Many of these lessons have yet to reveal themselves to me and will only be uncovered with the passing of time. I am confident many of them will come to me with the force of a tsunami. They will find me in the strangest places, and they will find me when I need them the most.
If this is what we aspire to in our interactions with our children, our partner, our country, and our families, then our nameless legacy will be much stronger. The world may not remember us, but our actions can contribute to a universal sense of truth.
Eldon, dad, I thank you for the lessons. I am a better man, citizen, partner, friend, and family member because of them. I and all who knew you are the personification of your legacy. I cannot promise a name etched in stone. I can only promise a continuation of the ripples you made with the examples you provided. Your name will not be remembered forever, but those things you held dear will stand the test of time.
Be good to each other,
Nathan
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