THE WINNING DAD
It was a nice Sunday morning after church in Ramona. My brother and I were playing separately in the back yard. There was a frantic thrashing of bushes that grabbed the attention of us both. Out bounded our dog “Mate” ferociously shaking a black and white lop-eared rabbit. Mate could have cared less, but my brother and I knew it belonged to Mrs. Clausen, the widow next door. There was nothing to do but tell Dad. We knew he had little talent for mending fences, fixing screen doors or changing spark plugs, but faith and history had taught us that he never encountered a problem that he wasn’t up to. “Everything is simple, don’t panic, don’t get excited. Take a second look at situations.” he used to say. He never knew disappointment, never experienced despair and he never acknowledged failure (according to the world’s interpretation). We took our rabbit problem to Dad. He studied it in his usual unconcerned manner and…
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