I had an early childhood that jaded me, and poisoned me against the idea of being a father. Fortunately fate intervened.
A couple of years ago my father paid me the highest compliment I’ve ever received, especially considering the source.
I heard it said that a neat desk is a sign of a sick mind. Of course, this is nonsense.
Were you born to do what you do? Or did someone else’s choices determine it for you?
Was I born to be an engineer? Or did my parents make choices when I was a boy that steered me into it?