Now, about my Dad.
My Dad has always supported my in whatever endeavour I have undertaken. I will never forget when I was much younger and he was retiring from his job as a stockbroker and financial planner, he wanted me to take over his clients for him. Now mind you, I have three brothers, but he thought that I would be well suited for the job. I said that I wanted to do something more creative and start a rubber stamp business. There was no argument, he simply said to me that he wanted me to do whatever would make me happy. He knew that I would have been more successful financially if I had followed in his footsteps, but at what cost. I have never looked back at that decision. Thank you Dad for allowing me the security of choosing a career path that has always made me incredibly happy. I feel truly blessed.
My Dad used to send me these incredible emails that either had beautiful pictorial slides, amusing anecdotes or life lesson stories. I always looked forward to opening emails that he sent and usually having a kleenex nearby as they were always very sentimental and touching. I'm a big softy for those kinds of things. When I started my blog, the third post that I ever made included the except below. I would like to reprint here. I think it is very true and I have often gone back and reread it when I needed a boost. With your permission, here it is cut and pasted from my original blog post of June 2009: