My father is Hispanic. He runs his own construction company and he has done very well. He has had many opportunities to get big contract jobs because he was a minority, which he thought was ludicrous. He always turned them down. He says he will never accept a job just because of his race but only because he was the best person for the job. I could have easily been raised to believe I was entitled to everything, but he made me work for it. When I first started working for him as a teenager it was the dead of summer. He wouldn't let me wear gloves even though the metal would melt your hands. By the end of summer my hands were impervious to damage.
Marry a good woman, who understands the role of being a wife - doesn't mean barefoot and pregnant, but it does mean being diligent with domestic affairs, household economics and family planning.
Was good to know when I went a bit wild after high school, took any and almost everything cept that shit and pills like it. Glad I didnt end up like many of the people i was around
Never hurts to be the best dressed person in the room. - Nailed my first college girl with that one at a weekend orientation while I was still a senior in high school.
Retirement is the reason you work. Take it when you can and enjoy your life.
"Quit working on cars son and start working on diesels if you want to get anywhere. When a car breaks, people have to pay to fix it; when a diesel breaks, its not making someone money."
The two most important lessons I learned from my father was not to be materialistic and not to worry about impressing others.
His entire life was a struggle to seem wealthy and impressive when the truth was we were very poor when I was little. He never wanted a family and his marriage was loveless. As a family, we never went on vacations, weekend trips to the park, fishing, sporting events. They never taught me to tie my shoelaces, catch a ball, ride a bike or change a car tire. I never really knew him. He was always unhappy and he and his wife hated each other.
I don't recall ever having a conversation with him that wasn't about something he wanted. I'm not even sure they knew which public school I attended. Never discussed what subjects I was planning to take or what I panned to do after leaving school.
Their entire lives was a theater production to impress other people.
I'm thankful that I never fell into that trap. 'Was inspired to become a minimalist at around 14 years old and never looked back.
I have no idea what happened to those unhappy people. I left home to work in the city when I was 20 and we never bothered to get together again. That was 20 years ago and I'm unsure if they're still alive.
2.Cops are more than willing to hold the sins of the father against the child.
Just because she's female and looking for a good time doesn't mean she's not an undercover cop.
Peanut butter and real maple syrup melted together and poured on pancakes and waffles is the stuff wet dreams are made of.
Even the worst people in society are worth loving and forgiving.
I want to meet your dad. We might have fun.
Don't trust authority just because it says it's an authority or wears a uniform.
I learned that on my own😎
What not to do.
That people will tell you what you want to hear in order to get what they want.
It’s mostly true.
Always spend less than you are earning. Stay out of debt.
My father is Hispanic. He runs his own construction company and he has done very well. He has had many opportunities to get big contract jobs because he was a minority, which he thought was ludicrous. He always turned them down. He says he will never accept a job just because of his race but only because he was the best person for the job. I could have easily been raised to believe I was entitled to everything, but he made me work for it. When I first started working for him as a teenager it was the dead of summer. He wouldn't let me wear gloves even though the metal would melt your hands. By the end of summer my hands were impervious to damage.
Tell him to take the jobs and make money, Then use it for good. You can fight more if you have money.
If he’s still alive, tell him you love him. It will make him feel good.
I like your dad. Can he shoot?
That’s the damn truth.
Marry a good woman, who understands the role of being a wife - doesn't mean barefoot and pregnant, but it does mean being diligent with domestic affairs, household economics and family planning.
Good advice. I haven’t found one yet though.
Save your cash.
This is turning into a good advice thread.
Don't smoke.
My dad told me this but he was usually wrong. I vape now.
ETA: Don’t smoke is damn good advice. It sucks letting nicotine have a say in what you think.
Heroin will destroy everything in your life
I’ve seen this. Sorry you learned it from your dad.
Was good to know when I went a bit wild after high school, took any and almost everything cept that shit and pills like it. Glad I didnt end up like many of the people i was around
Idk what you mean. Idk if it’s me or you that is high or both. Thanks for sharing, Bro. I love this place.
How to be independent
Integrity
Never hurts to be the best dressed person in the room. - Nailed my first college girl with that one at a weekend orientation while I was still a senior in high school.
Retirement is the reason you work. Take it when you can and enjoy your life.
I learned I shouldn't drink constantly and beat my wife and kids.
Your dad sounds similar to mine.
"Quit working on cars son and start working on diesels if you want to get anywhere. When a car breaks, people have to pay to fix it; when a diesel breaks, its not making someone money."
The two most important lessons I learned from my father was not to be materialistic and not to worry about impressing others.
His entire life was a struggle to seem wealthy and impressive when the truth was we were very poor when I was little. He never wanted a family and his marriage was loveless. As a family, we never went on vacations, weekend trips to the park, fishing, sporting events. They never taught me to tie my shoelaces, catch a ball, ride a bike or change a car tire. I never really knew him. He was always unhappy and he and his wife hated each other.
I don't recall ever having a conversation with him that wasn't about something he wanted. I'm not even sure they knew which public school I attended. Never discussed what subjects I was planning to take or what I panned to do after leaving school.
Their entire lives was a theater production to impress other people.
I'm thankful that I never fell into that trap. 'Was inspired to become a minimalist at around 14 years old and never looked back.
I have no idea what happened to those unhappy people. I left home to work in the city when I was 20 and we never bothered to get together again. That was 20 years ago and I'm unsure if they're still alive.
I can relate to an extent and I hope people are paying attention. Someone could learn something by reading stuff like this.