I am currently reading Ray Linder's "Financial Freedom," which was a gift from my dad. As I focus to digest the depth behind the
wisdom on each page, I can not help but daze off into a silent soliloquy of credit to so many individuals who have imparted knowledge and life lessons into me. What better way is there to spend my efforts, than to remember and share the truths and gifts that I have been given? Thus, I have now decided to dedicate the next (however many) posts to my teachers, in hopes to enrich the lives of others. The order in which the names to come are listed, imply no level of favoritism or I.Q., but are at the mercy of the random thought process of the writer (meaning me). My family has taught me the most, so I will save them for later.
Hilton and June Tims, London England, Europe:
Two families, opposite sides of the globe...The relationship began on a street corner one rainy night.
Against our normal behavior, we pulled off and offered Him a ride. Soon after, we found ourselves
playing the get to know you game in the living room of our old house on Ponce De Leon.
I was very young when we met them, but I remember their kind hearts and crisp accents.
They were parents to a girl and a boy, both my senior. I remember thinking how handsom Oliver
was and how pretty and gentle their Anna seemed. They were a family of accomplished writers, employed
by the London Times. 15 years later, our friendships remain. Oliver and Anna have since married and their
wedding pictures are displayed in our home. Even though I have not seen them since that visit, our Fathers
have been regular correspondants and dear friends. I think what I have gained from the Tims is a sense of
dedication. One late night pick up off of a downtown sidewalk...look where it has taken us. I hate that
I lost my chance to visit our friends on a recent thanksgiving weekend in Europe, but they are not forgotten. No, they
are remembered daily for their constant interest in our lives and for their generous contribution of time and
thoughtfulness.
wisdom on each page, I can not help but daze off into a silent soliloquy of credit to so many individuals who have imparted knowledge and life lessons into me. What better way is there to spend my efforts, than to remember and share the truths and gifts that I have been given? Thus, I have now decided to dedicate the next (however many) posts to my teachers, in hopes to enrich the lives of others. The order in which the names to come are listed, imply no level of favoritism or I.Q., but are at the mercy of the random thought process of the writer (meaning me). My family has taught me the most, so I will save them for later.
Hilton and June Tims, London England, Europe:
Two families, opposite sides of the globe...The relationship began on a street corner one rainy night.
Against our normal behavior, we pulled off and offered Him a ride. Soon after, we found ourselves
playing the get to know you game in the living room of our old house on Ponce De Leon.
I was very young when we met them, but I remember their kind hearts and crisp accents.
They were parents to a girl and a boy, both my senior. I remember thinking how handsom Oliver
was and how pretty and gentle their Anna seemed. They were a family of accomplished writers, employed
by the London Times. 15 years later, our friendships remain. Oliver and Anna have since married and their
wedding pictures are displayed in our home. Even though I have not seen them since that visit, our Fathers
have been regular correspondants and dear friends. I think what I have gained from the Tims is a sense of
dedication. One late night pick up off of a downtown sidewalk...look where it has taken us. I hate that
I lost my chance to visit our friends on a recent thanksgiving weekend in Europe, but they are not forgotten. No, they
are remembered daily for their constant interest in our lives and for their generous contribution of time and
thoughtfulness.
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