I’m missing my parents today. I guess that’s an odd thing to say considering I believe no one’s ever really gone. But I suppose I do. I guess it’s that unbroken bond, a kind of permanent umbilical cord that forever ties us together. But facing the music I am getting older. By now I should have accumulated at least some treasure. But the irony is, I have less now than I had say some 30 years ago. I suppose by the world’s standards I’m not worth much time. A pull on society, a non-contributor to the greater good.
And in some ways, that maybe true. But I try and put my talents to some use. I write words that I hope edify and build up. But I’m not one to put on any airs, because what you see is what you get. Which is where I miss my folks greatly. They never threw any punches; they give you the shirt right off their backs. That’s just the kind of people they, that’s the kind of person I hope I am.
In business school I learned a lot about strategy, statistical analysis, marketing, and managing people. I learned everything I could to be a success. Yet while working towards those goals and being as ethical a business person as I could. I was absolutely miserable. The stress, the hours, the strategizing; all took a toll on my already fragile mental and physical health. So I spun out of control and nearly died…for nothing. At the moment I’m under the shade of an old sycamore tree in my backyard. Wasting time I suppose, telling this little story. And while a good 80% of those that “like” it won’t even read it through. It’s my contribution, my way of paying it forward. For the benefit of you and to the love of my parents.
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FD Thornton, Jr
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