I'm a Rich Man
I’m a rich man! I still have a sizable mortgage. I have no pending inheritance to speak of. My retirement accounts, for my age, are pitiful. And no, I didn’t win the Lottery. (“You can’t win if you don’t play.”)
What my wife, Diane, and I do have are two adult children who love us and even like us. They are more than just our children. They are our friends. Our daughter is married and has three children. We talk frequently about the deep issues of faith and family. We see our grandkids frequently and they are one of the joys of our life. I left an enviable position as a professor at a Christian university to be only seventy-five minutes away from them. I don’t regret it.
I don’t talk as frequently with my son, but that’s kind of a guy-thing. When we do talk, which is usually at least once a week, we talk of faith and family, but especially about football and music. Occasionally, like this coming weekend, we get to make music together. That is a special joy and help for me since I’ve always felt he was a better musician than me.
My financial worth is embarrassing. But I’m a rich man.
Just thought I’d say that for the record.