Lessons From My Father
My dad didn’t like to borrow anything from anyone. He would give you the shirt off of his back, but wouldn’t borrow one from you. He would choose to buy something even if he was rarely going to use it, rather than borrow.
He also didn’t like to stay in people’s homes, not even relatives. There is not one time I can remember him sleeping at someone’s home. There isn’t one time I can remember staying overnight at a relative’s home.
When I showed horses, some people bought a camper or motor home so they could stay close to their horses and not have to always stay at a hotel. My dad said, no way. He was not staying in a motor home. Too close to someone’s home I guess.
So it is no surprise that I have rarely stayed in someone else’s home. Except for Chautauqua. When I get invited to a home at The Chautauqua Institution, I am so there. All of my inbred inhibitions go out the window for the wonderful, magical, experience of the Institution.
To attend a Renee Fleming concert and her Master Class, was a part of my magical 50 hours in Chautauqua. Sorry dad, I loved it.
What barrier can you break through?
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