judging by over 1200 people reading my blog post yesterday, you liked my dad’s stories too. i imagine most of you coming by way of facebook and linked in, so you’re in the business and understand or knew my dad.
i found some more of his stories written down. i don’t think that these were published, they were in the bottom of a moving box under random bits of ticket stubs and paper clips. excuse the spelling errors but i have no way of fixing. also, weird ending which is what makes me believe these were just drafts.
once again, i sat down and read these with a huge grin on my face. know why? because he (my dad) is remembering his first job that he had and his memories after 37 years of working for General Motors. just like you and me, he was in the grind, probably not realizing that some day he’d be writing about his experiences and then another day – some 50 years later – his daughter blogging about them.
this reminds me to live for today. gosh, you hear that a lot. but reading this drives the point home.
because in the tomorrows, you’ll be talking about today.
what did you do that made a difference (either to you or to someone else?) what did you experience? what did you see?
when you are in your rocking chair on the front porch, or like my dad, getting chemo in a stinky hospital room – you’ll smile and think to yourself “NOW THOSE WERE THE DAYS!”
Here…. read on… straight from my dad: