The part my father gave me.
Hi there, It is Father’s Day week, and I keep thinking about my father. His name was Joe D. He worked hard. He provided. He believed in building something that lasted. One of the things he built was a home in Ghana. Brick by brick, from across an ocean. But he passed before he ever really got to live in it. That fact has shaped me more than I knew. Because my father taught me to save. He taught me to build. He taught me to stand on my own two feet. But his life also taught me not to postpone…