LIFE STILL HAS ITS PROBLEMS
My Dad had a nickname for me which I hated. I couldn’t stand it. And it never failed, he’d always use it at the most horrible moment possible. He was constantly embarrassing me around my friends by calling me this nickname. I thought it was all behind me. Then when I was 38, he and Mom were visiting and he wound up needing some minor repair work done on his pickup. So, being the good son that I am, I took him to one of the members of the church who did that kind of thing. They did the job very quickly and very well. I could tell Dad was pleased. But then, out of the clear blue, my old man looked over at me and bigger than dirt said, “Well, (and he used that nickname), I guess we better get outta here.” I thought I was fifteen years old again. I turned bright red and everybody else fell…
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