5butjam wrote:I gotta' say Gazza... you're sort of turning into my adoptive Grandpa...
Gary, I'd be more than honoured if you'd carry on filling that role in my life.
OK, your story, these stories of late, are a bit more than what I’d even hoped for when I started this thread.
Getting talented individuals to talk about themselves, their families, their background. To touch the one behind the poster that you just faved.
I guess I shouldn’t be surprised for things to become so profoundly personal, but some stories have deeply affected the core of my being.
Yours, Jammy, just now, like none other.
And that's something, coming from a lad that wishes he could write interesting stories.
I do have one regret.
I wish I would have been a High school teacher, but instead just immersed myself in the science of logistics and material movement, and nurtured my family.
Hah, ‘just nurtured my family’……….it’s a hell of a job, with sparse reward, but when those rewards come, they are enough to level you where you stand.
But if I had it all to do over, or rather if I hadn’t met the lady I did, when I did, I’d most likely have become a teacher, a childless teacher.
It sounds hypocritical, but for me to have been a teacher would not have been fair to a family, because it would have consumed me, day and night.
In the last few years I have satiated my vocational desires with speaking engagements. One’s that involve the audience, and……it…..is…..amazing.
So much fun I can’t wait for the next one.
Impromptu Q&A…..fast, furious, productive dialogue.
It keeps my mind as sharp as it'll ever be.
However, in my old fashioned ways, I’ve limited myself. Maybe it’s a treasured selfish desire to be sure to secure some alone time, some family time.
But the profound ability of electronic communication these days enables one to shed all constraints, and share thoughts with anyone, anywhere, even a lad that has the world before him.
A lad 5000 mi (8000 km) away.
A lad that has intense conviction of what’s right, of what’s just.
A lad on the brink of many a weighty decision.
No, Jammy, it’d be my
honour to be your ‘Gramps’, your ‘Gazza’.