A Fathers Gift Everything I ever learned about the hustle I learned from my father. He never ran game but on Sunday mornings hed hold us all in the palm of his hand. In a neat line, on stubborn wooden pews with Mom, two brothers and three sisters I sat while Dad (a high school drop-out ) taught me unknowingly the power a keen vocabulary and a clever story has over a man. I learned that speaking softly drew the ears closer, and that meter is the most important tool of all. I was schooled in the value of giving them something to believe in. Even if they couldnt see it. Everything I ever learned about grinding for dope and money, I learned from my father in a small country church on a dusty gravel road.
Posted on: Mon, 27 Jan 2014 13:36:26 +0000
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