Our hopes, dreams, value and personal footprint becomes easily blown away, and thus we become disposable.
I didn’t know any better. Maybe you’ve been there and know how crappy it is. Of course, when you’re just a little dude, you don’t know that it’s crappy. You think you’re being a lil man, all tough and everything.
Then I began to dig deeper into the previous generations by recording the same dynamics. Soon, I had created a family tree of truth.
I spent my youth doing one thing. Can you guess what it was? Well, besides sports of course. I spent it doing what most young boys do – trying to earn the approval of their dad. A few years ago I sat next to him in a hospital bed as he lingered in and out of conscientiousness.
As a young kid, I thought it was fantastic, and had visions of Stabler, Staubach, Bradshaw, Manning (Archie) and Tarkenton. In reality, it was a horrible idea to allow a 13 year old to go unsupervised. The score reflected it.
FIT@50 / Week 82 Custom(er) Service While this week’s FIT@50 arrived a day late, it was also the article’s motivation. Max and […]
I have no agenda, or master plan—I just enjoy people.