There’s 12 years between my only sister and me. Basically, we were both only children.
Thankfully, we’re very close in every way except age. A while back we were swapping childhood stories. She told me that when she got ready to leave home our dad gave her the following advice, ” Always look people in the eye. Offer a firm handshake. And women drink rum and Coke.” When I left home twelve years later, Dad told me, “Always listen to God more than you talk to him.”
We’re not sure if that says more about where Dad thought we were or where he was, but the difference cracks us up.
I’ve been asked to speak to a few groups this coming month. One is for a gathering of recent college graduates. Gotta admit, I’m more than a little nervous about having anything worthwhile to say.
When I think back to the best advice I’ve ever gotten, of course Dad’s (to Mari and to me) always comes to mind. I’m going to spend the next week pondering other bits of advice that have guided me through the years. I’ll post what I come up with.
What’s the best advice you’ve ever received or given?