Note to my reader: As you might imagine, writing posts everyday can put my writing skills on the hot seat. I enjoy writing so much it’s hard just to take an easy route.
I’ve updated my last post and re-titled it “Warrior, why do you weep?” and am reposting the story of my Dad into its own space here. Thanks for reading along. I’m working over-time, hope you enjoy it.
Now… why I live without regret.
You have all read my story about coming home from the Navy to end up failing at running a family business, but that’s only part of the story.
What I haven’t had the opportunity to share with you until now is how I was able to spend those years living and working with my Dad, how I could never regret spending much of those times with the one person who had the greatest effect on my life. I consider myself fortunate to have had that opportunity to share so much time with him, even though things didn’t always go so smoothly.
My Dad, a WWII combat veteran, like so many of his “Great Generation”, was certainly not a master businessman and philosopher like Jim Rohn or his mentor Mr. Earl Shoaff, but through my Dad I learned loyalty, love, the value of hard work, enterprise, and pursuing dreams. He loved America, I learned that also.
If you’d like to read about some of my father’s combat experiences in World War II, please check this link:
I’ll see you… on the next page