The father of one of my lifelong friend recently passed away. On 48 hours notice, I jumped on a plane from San Diego to Detroit, then drove four hours from Detroit to Cheboygan, MI, for the funeral. Several of my friends did the same: drop everything, one of our own has lost a parent. Not all of us made it — life gets in the way — but enough of us did for me to stop and think about how amazing it is that our friendships have lasted our entire lives.
I live a rather fortunate existence. Hard work has made me what I am, don’t get me wrong, but there’s been more than a fair share of circumstances beyond my control that have given me a leg up in the world. Along with parents who are like something out of an 80s Disney flick, a business partner that solves more problems than Winston Wolfe, and …Continue Reading →