My dad was an always flowing gusher of advice, both good and bad. But mostly good.
The bad?
In driving, he espoused that one should, “Never back up further than you have to,” when exiting a parking space. Really? Why not? If one doesn’t back up far enough, isn’t one more likely to hit the adjacent car?
He was an awful athlete, my dad. I kid you not, he once lost a tournament tennis match 6-0, 6-0…to a guy who had only one arm! I used to destroy him playing left-handed (I’m a righty).
But that didn’t stop him from offering his kids, who were top junior players, tips like,
“There’s never an excuse to double fault!”
No option, no problem
The good was great, though. A heavy emphasis on integrity, never taking crap from anybody and always being yourself were the headliners.
But one nugget he gave us was something I’ve used many times over the decades. And it’s this:
“If you haven’t got an option, you haven’t got a problem.”
What does that mean? I’ll use an example from this past weekend to illustrate.
