In case you missed it, in There’s Only One Reason You Keep Making the Same Mistakes. Repeatedly, I emphasized how much control we have over what we do.
Bottom line? We do what we choose to do.
Anything short of that is an excuse, and believe me, I know because I’ve got a closetful.
But, every day I continue to work on cleaning out that closet. It takes up a lot of space in my head, but there’s absolutely no value in any of it.
It’s on us. You decide. You act.
That’s all there is.
There aren’t too many days so emblazoned in our memories as July 20 is for me. Not just for one memorable moment, but two spectacular ones.
So, if you don’t mind, come along with me as I memorialize those wonderful moments and share some of the colorful details that intensify my own memory of those very special days … and maybe help you, as well, to memorialize those special moments in your life.
Sunday, July 20, 1958
My father was a minister so weekends were never our own. Saturdays for last minute preparation, Sundays for church.
We lived in Michigan and were huge Detroit Tiger fans. Detroit was several hundred miles away and between school, summer jobs and Dad’s work, we never made it to a game.
That is, until my Dad was hired to teach some courses at Boston University one summer and the family got to tag along for 3 weeks. While Dad was working, Mom dragged us all over town. We hit the Freedom Trail, Faneuil Hall, Bunker Hill, Lexington & Concord and an endless array of the great attractions of Boston.
“Hey Dad, look who’s in town?”
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