Taking Direction During Teachable Moments
I at a young age would stand near my father watching him work hard laboring; sweating, sifting, lifting, measuring, folding and cutting. I wanted to be near him, so, I would do whatever I could do to be part of the environment.
Later on in life…when I was teachable, I learned from my father by standing with him, which brought me closer to him. Eventually, my father trained me how to roll out Danish (several steps and stages to this), scale it, refrigerate it, roll in the margarine, roll it three fold, refrigerate it, roll it out, fold it three fold, refrigerate it, then roll it out to cut it, twist it, mold it, top it, proof it, bake it for it to become a sweet beautiful item to ingest or digest.
I remember my father showing me how to cup a small piece of dough in the palm of my hand and lightly flour the work bench service to prevent the dough from sticking or slipping from under my palm. He had a knack and a feel for the size you must have in the palm of your hand. I soon learned that was key to the proofing and baking of the item.
Our workbench was about 20 feet long (he and I would share one side of it working out long pieces of Danish dough.
I lived for and thrived for my father’s attention. I was his side kick. We did many things together including; riding motorcycles, washing our vehicles, we worked on cars together, we fished together, we water skied almost every weekend light rain or bright sunny days, we went to car races together and we went camping as a family at least one time a year.
Our time was precious versus owning possessions. I do not recall being without any of what people call the latest and the greatest items and to this day I still do not live that way.
Does that mean I had or have everything?
I think we must define what everything is.
What is everything to you?
I think family unity is everything.
Money cannot buy you happiness, it only buys you temporary pleasures and once those are acquired, you crave more which sometimes causes undue debts or habits that will eventually kill you or at least put you in some sort of depression.