Little Story

Once upon a time, this dude set out to row a boat across the ocean. He got almost there but he didn’t know it because he wasn’t quite close enough to see land yet. All he knew was that he was tired of rowing. He told himself that he’d never make it. The other side of the ocean was just too far away. So he turned around and rowed all the back home.

Okay, that’s it… the end.

That’s one of little stories my dad told us when we were kids, paraphased a bit as I know the story but forget the exact words. I don’t know if he made it up or heard it somewhere. He had a gentle way of guiding us, giving us things to think about while letting us make our own decisions at the same time.

I don’t remember him ever telling me a flat out “no” about anything over the age of twelve, although he did tell me to stop trying to enlist my sister. He was tired of military recruiters showing up at the house.

The art today has nothing much to do with the little story about the row boat. Its a scanner image of a 4×6 colored pencil drawing, not sure if I posted it before.

Thanks for reading!

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