This is the question that drives our behaviors…our choices. When I was young AND wanted to “delight” mom & dad, everything seemed to go well. But when I was bent on myself, well, things got heated. In fact, I can still hear that black belt coming around the belt loops of dad’s britches. I knew …
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“Stop! Do You See The Squirrels Toe?”
It was a cool October morning. I was probably 10 to 12 years old. My dad was ahead of me as I tried to walk softly through the woods squirrel hunting. Behind me was my dad’s dear farmer-friend & neighbor, Pres (Preston). Pres was a modern day, Daniel Boone. He grew up in the Arkansas …