This is where I share great lessons from other dads. They were relayed to me by daughters and sons. What he did. What he said. The difference he made in their lives.
“Financials,” he said.
“What?” I asked.
“I need your financial statements,” Dad replied in a matter of fact tone.
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“Greg, did you log your jog today?" Chubby asked.
"No Dad, what do you mean?" I replied.
"How far you ran. How long it took,” Dad answered.
"No," I said in a puzzled tone. "I just jog ‘til I’m tired."
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"Dad, it broke,” I cried.
“What broke?” asked Chubby. “My transistor radio. The one I just bought at the store,” I replied.
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“Greg, STOP!” Chubby scolded. “I can’t,” I replied. “I’m writing tomorrow’s Savvy Dad. I do one each day.”
“Greg, you forgot what I taught you 50 years ago,” Dad sternly said.
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It wasn’t the words. It was how they were said. His eyes? Right in your face.
His handshake? Electric. He sparkled from morning to night. I’d sit in his office and listen for hours on end.
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“Why do you want to be a lawyer?” Chubby asked. “Because they’re rich, smart, and people do what they say,” I shot back.
“How do you know lawyers are rich?” Dad continued.
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“Greg, you’re not really that good,” Chubby said.
“What do you mean?” I asked. “You told me so,” Dad replied. “You just said it.” “Not true!” I exclaimed. “Dad, you must have misheard.”
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Picture the biggest,
most awesome salad bar in the universe. Chubby asked, “Greg, where did you grab the ladles that stick out from each bowl?”
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Chubby said, “Greg,
lets play the Two Sentence Game.” The rest of the trip
neither of us can say more than two sentences before allowing the other to speak.
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“Why do you eat donuts?” Chubby asked. “They taste good,” I replied.
“But do donuts make you feel good?” he asked.
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