Switching subjects, this article is due on what would have been my father's 78th birthday. He was born in 1929, right after the Wall Street crash. His father died four months later from an illness he contracted while serving in the Army during World War I. My father and his older sister were raised through the Depression by my widowed grandmother.
Pap started his first paper route when he was 7, and he gave all of his earnings to his mother to help the family. From that time on, he never stopped working. He dropped out of high school at age 17 and enlisted in the Marines, serving on the front lines in the Korean War. After his service, he owned a real estate company and experienced ups and downs in his professional life. By the time of his death at age 67, he was a low-paid, small-town bookkeeper.
Through it all, as long as I can remember, my Pap always told us that he was "the richest man on Earth." To look at our humble house and old cars, some didn't understand. My three older brothers and I understood, though. Pap truly believed he was the richest man because he had a great marriage to a beautiful and loyal wife and he had four sons who honored and respected him.
I was in the operating prep room when they wheeled Pap back to the emergency surgery from which he would not recover. He spoke his last words to me. The third to the last thing he said was for me to tell his boss he was sorry he would not make payroll. The second to the last thing he told me was that he loved me. The last thing he told me was "Son, take care of your Momma." Even on his death bed, his priorities stayed fast - wife, children then work.
I feel obliged today to include in this article another aspect of being rich and a different type of harvest. May we maintain perspective on which type of harvest is most important.
Dual-track or otherwise.