[Dantilla]

I just spent a few weeks performing tenant improvements on a commercial building. One of the tasks was installing a few thousand feet of laminate flooring in a exercise/dance studio at a high-end women's fitness center. A half-dozen temp guys were hired for the day the floor went down, and a few of them were pretty worthless- No concept of efficiency, or doing things in a workman-like manner. While human nature is to snigger snigger at their incompetence, it occurred to me that without my dad, that could be me.

At 12-13 years old, I thought it very unfair that while my friends were playing ball after school, I was working at my dad's jobsites. At the time, I thought he just wanted the cheap labor.

Now I see he was instilling in me a very strong work ethic. One that has served me well.
The ability to work has allowed me to drive Porsches and fly airplanes at my leisure. How cool is that?

Without the strong foundation my dad gave me, I could easily have turned out to be one of those lazy guys who complains that life isn't fair.

Thanks, Dad.