They have enabled me to follow my dreams

dreamI have been able to live, well and comfortably, for almost two years now without an employer. Instead of working demanding hours in mediocre conditions for awful people, I’ve made my way using every skill I have to trade with others what is necessary to provide a home to my family. Instead of mundane, repetitive clicking of a mouse, or the foul stench of petroleum contamination on my clothing, I have been able to make a real living, and be a great father as well. Because of this, I owe a very great debt of gratitude to Jim and Cathy Forth. They have both had me assist them in improving their lives and homes and as such have bridged the gap for me between music lessons. They have enabled me to follow my dreams.

Jim is no longer with us unfortunately. He was a brilliant link to the past, and a warm loving man from the old school. He insisted on me fixing a table that I told him really should not have been fixed, and I insisted on building him a staircase in lieu of his ridiculous step-class contraption he used to get into his house (that nearly killed many). While mixing concrete, he’d tell me war stories and tales of my son’s legendary Great-grandfather. He took credit for the lineage of art and music instructors in my wife’s family, who’s torch I carry. He taught me about making my money work for me and not the other way around. Working for him was never a day of work at all. He stormed the beaches at Normandy. He carried the Purple Heart. His eyes and mind were alive and lively when talking about Benjamin. Give ’em Hell Jim. He’d laugh when I said that.

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