Lessons That Stick

I had to be around 5 or 6 years old, my job, each Saturday was to dust the furniture and empty the trash. I really hated dusting, but at the trash detail I was good. I could see it, grab it, and remove it. Not so much with the dust. At such an early age, I rarely, if ever, noticed dust on the furniture.

So, for the longest time, what I remembered most from those chores was that I just wanted to finish so I could go play. The quality of the job was not the goal. My mom, on the other hand, was ...