The Microphone

“Jesus came to comfort the afflicted, but He also came to afflict the comfortable”

These are interesting times for me, as I continue my search for self-identity and a plan of action for the next few months.

I suppose even Superman had his kryptonite.

Today was a rough day for me as I realized just how nice it would be to have my father back with us. He always comes to mind when I go into our garage and spend time at the workbench; making messes, cleaning up, or getting my hands dirty with some automotive work. The smell brings me back to memories of time with him. He would teach me how to use power tools, sharpen lawn mower blades, and continue to hammer in the phrase “Aaron, always use the right tool for the right job.” as I often tried using unconventional methods for accomplishing a goal.

My father was always the dreamer. He instilled great projects and visions for all of us as children. One of my fondest family projects was in the creation of a ‘better mousetrap’ for the water gun industry. It was during these discussions and ‘meetings’ that I learned what the word ‘brainstorm’ meant, while also learning how to identify consumer needs and cost breakdowns. I must have been 10 years old at the time. We never built that water gun, but oh boy was it a fun time.

He birthed in us dreams of incredible treehouse’s where I would mentally spend long Summer nights; a longing for that place I could call my own. We never built the treehouse. However, the imagination it allowed my boyish mind to have was much greater than any wooden structure even the best of construction crews could have built.

What he birthed in me was the ability to dream big. What he lacked was the instruction of how to complete and execute these dreams. One of his last software projects he worked on, prior to his death, would have provided our family with enough residual income that we could live a golf course life. Cancer beat that project. However, his death did not beat our family.

We were not meant to sit cozy and get fat off of those checks.

The next steps in life are meant to teach me how to Dream Big – Finish – Cash In.

Life calls yet again…

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