Father believes anything is possible if you work hard enough. Son is skeptical - doesn't believe in concept of achieving anything from hard work. Father owns a small butcher - business not very good. Mother is house wife. Son goes home to find father with head in his hands and mother consoling him.
Father believes anything is possible if you work hard enough. Son is skeptical - doesn't believe in concept of achieving anything from hard work. Father owns a small butcher - business not very good. Mother is house wife. Son goes home to find father with head in his hands and mother consoling him.
Father believes anything is possible if you work hard enough. Son is skeptical - doesn't believe in concept of achieving anything from hard work. Father owns a small butcher - business not very good. Mother is house wife. Son goes home to find father with head in his hands and mother consoling him.
Father who believes anything is possible if you work hard enough
Believes family can one day own a large home in the suburbs live in the cookie cutter homes, all the same. Face the large homes with two cars and boats Wants everything the neighbours get The son is skeptical doesnt believe in the concept of achieving anything from hard work Father owns a small butcher business not very good. Mother is house wife Its the end of the war Julie; we are no longer in the midst of a depression or global conflict. We can afford these things. One-day son comes home to find father with head in his hands and mother consoling him. They have gone bankrupt. Realizes the dream cannot come true.
The one thing my father firmly believed was that success could arise out of anything, if you waited long enough. Since we were American, that success would allegedly be hand delivered to our doors. It was the land of opportunity after all. According to him, an individual can easily go from nothing to a state of extreme wealth. Were in America, for God sakes! he would exclaim, We can do anything. I remember at the age of seven, he sat me on his lap and explained, You see, George. It isnt really about the work you put in. Of course, hard work does amount to some part of it but really, you know, a man does not choose to work for a life of success; success chooses the man. If you are patient, prosperity will come your way. I heard this speech, or something along those lines, almost every afternoon. We would sit by the window, him smoking a cigar and me racing my matchbox cars. Back then I couldnt care less about what he was saying and was more concerned about which two cars I would race next. I realise though, that even at a young age, I was skeptical of his belief. Now, where I would like to believe age has provided me better judgment, I see how wrong he really was.
Julie! Julie! Where are my trousers Julie? I sat idly at the kitchen table, absentmindedly buttering my toast while I watched my father rush madly around the house searching for his work trousers. I marveled at how quickly he could move when he was agitated. He was a stout man with a rather rotund frame and normally walked at a crawling pace. It was fascinating to see him flustered and how his forehead creased as he mumbled irritably to himself, Where is she when you need hergoing to be latecant believe this. He checked his watch and barked louder, For God sakes Julie, where are my trousers? Stop yelling Angelo. Your trousers are right here! Marching into the kitchen, my mother indignantly held out his pants. He seized them from her and hastily stepped into them, ignoring her pointed stare. In the midst of his frenzied hurry, he realized my presence and glanced at me in displeasure. Julie, look at this boy. Sitting around useless all day. Youd think at 23, he would have his act together by now. Most boys his age have a job, they move out, theyre married for God sakes! Are you satisfied with your life George?