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Things my dad taught me

artist James Weins
Our office is moving. We toured our new building yesterday, and the construction company was busy putting finishing touches on it, so we were stepping around tools and wading through sawdust in some areas. It was the smell of sawdust that got me: it smells like Dad.

I was thinking about him, then, most of the day, and how much he would have enjoyed walking through the new building, asking questions, and seeing where his little girl now worked. And I was thinking about things he taught me.
  1.  It is never to late to learn. Dad went to college after he retired, and loved every minute of it.
  2. Working with your hands is good for the soul.
  3. Daily exercise is a must.
  4. Being the strong, silent type does not mean you don't love fiercely.
  5. A great dad sets a high standard for his daughter's husband.
  6. The more you learn about nature, the more enjoyable it is.
  7. Service to others is not a "nice thing to do"; it's your obligation to God for the gifts He's given you.
  8. Family is important, and family history is valuable.
  9. A man treats his wife with love, respect and tenderness. Don't settle.
  10. Work hard. Every day. Every day - even when you don't feel like it.
Eternal rest grant unto him, O Lord, and let perpetual light shine upon him forever.

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