“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.
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Seems to be that’s the way with a lot of old trucks! Lovely realistic story 🙂
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Really wonderful. Enjoyed reading it 🙂
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But Pops’ support abd belief wasn’t wasted. The truck was neither here nor there to that
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Seems Pops saw the signs. Nice one.
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Sure seemed like it. 🙂
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Good story, well told. 🙂
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Thank you.
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Oh. That’s a shame. So much implied in this. I detect regret in the narrator’s voice, but I’m sure Pops was still proud of him.
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You weren’t wrong to had detected regret in the narrator’s voice. I think the restoration of the truck had been something he and his pops worked on but abandoned but I have a feeling it will one day been finished.
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well, like they say, you can’t have it all. 🙂
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Sometimes the “harder” thing turns out to be the easier thing after all. There is so much truth in this story. Well told.
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Thanks. 🙂
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