In WWII, my Granpa sent a letter home to his parents but he cut out the page, only having ‘Dear Mom and Dad,’ and ‘Your loving son, Robert’ remaining. His parents were outraged and had a congressman involved (I believe that’s right). My Granpa got in a bit of trouble for that prank!
Where would you want to be in a year; where you are now or able to look back at how far you’ve climbed? Too many people are content where they are and climb only when forced and then realize they should have been climbing all along. (looking at you, Brian—which is ME!)
Wow, obsessed much? I’ll see you in your dreams tonight, pedo.