Lesson From My Father

“Interest is something you earn — never something you pay.”

Shavaun Scott
P.S. I Love You

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Photo by Lee Cartledge on Unsplash

The truck stop diner smelled like chicken fried steak and despair. I sat on a sticky vinyl seat in a booth across from my father, who was at home there.

When I was a child my father reminded me of a red-haired JFK; wise, handsome, and strong. He always had the answers. But now his hair had gone white…

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Shavaun Scott
P.S. I Love You

Psychotherapist and writer, exploring uncommon bravery and shining light on the human experience.