Do you have a major, overriding life goal, one that guides your actions above all others? I hope so as it can really help to drive your focus and attention to your long term planning activities as well as your contingency actions. Mine was relatively straightforward; be a better dad than my own. To me, this translates into working hard to provide them with options in life, options I never had, and trying to leverage my own life lessons in order to help my boys succeed, (or at least avoid some failures).
When my youngest boy graduated from a private liberal arts high school, I had felt that I had accomplished my life goal. They each had attended college on my dime and now my youngest had the benefit of a Waldorf education and could go to college on my dime if he chose to. Sometimes though, I have my doubts – did I really do the best that I could, did I give them each the best advice I could? Continue reading →
When I write these little true life adventures, I try my best to relate them to any event or thought that’s going on in the present. Sometimes it doesn’t always work, but most of the time it does. When I first began writing these, I did it on a whim, not thinking that I would still be writing them more than a year later. I thought, how many stories can I write, fifty maybe? At some point, I began to get excited over the prospect of leaving behind a compendium of my life, something my kids and grandkids could possibly enjoy reading after I’m long gone. Continue reading →
I think I first learned to be generous from my very first childhood friend, Timmy. My parents had moved from Fairfield, Ohio to Goodman Ave in Hamilton when I was 4 years old. I lived immediately across the street from Timmy, he and I were the same age and we were in the same classes from Kindergarten through Second grades. From Tim I first learned the true meanings of loyalty, dependability, friendship and how to give. Much more about Tim in another story, but for this one I wanted to mention Tim’s giving nature. Through fourth grade until my parents moved to Prytania, we were peas and carrots. Tim treated me as a brother. Tim was a tough little fighter and he would take on anyone who attacked his friends. Timmy was his mom’s ‘little man’ and was showered with any toy he ever wanted. I would go so far as to say that he was a bit spoiled by his mom. But Tim was not stingy – he would share with everyone and especially with me, he always made it clear that I could have anything I wanted. If we went to Highland Park Dairy, (as we often did), Tim would typically have some change and that meant I would have change. My early takeaway from Tim was that if you had something and your friend did not, you shared. It was a simple lesson and it’s one I try to continue to emulate. Continue reading →