My mother and father, down deep and without exception, were my best teachers. My father made it his business…not to be the best garbage man in Portland, but to be the best garbage man he could be. It was never THE best; it was always HIS best. He never compromised but also never looked at anyone to think, “He’s got it better than I do…wish I had that.”
My mother was incapable of having a self-pity party. I remember after her horrendous pedestrian accident on Valentine’s Day—her shin had two compound fractures—when pushed down the hospital corridor in a wheel chair looked at an elderly woman using crutches and whispered, “Look, that poor woman. She has only one leg.”
Good DNA is a blessing for me and my sister, Marilyn. In thinking about Hank and Es Miller, more than anything we are blessed…and for them we will be always grateful.
To that end, my wife, Diane, shared this link today—and I share it with you—apt and relevant and helpful—for the manner of life that has value and goodness. A healthy perspective. For each of us. Especially when we look at others and envy creeps in.