“You’re going to make a great business man someday,” Pops said as we unloaded the parts from the truck bed. At the time, I didn’t know what he’d meant. I was a twelve-year-old boy whose idea of fun was looking for bargains at the salvage yard. “Look at all the parts you found today, we’ll fix up this old truck in no time.”
Pops wasn’t wrong. I did end up going to business school, graduate with top honors, and got promoted to partners of a tax firm by 30. The only thing I didn’t accomplish was restore Pop’s old truck.