A degree in Poli-Sci. A history as a stock car racer. A family. A violent past. A drinking problem.
He was in his 50s when he was finally admitted to a care home for his Korsakoff's. When I knew him, he could barely walk - shuffling one small step at a time - and collected cans for spending money. With a slurred voice, he would tell stories of his youth, some real and some not.
He affected who I was as a professional - how I understood my clientele and the ways I thought the world should work. He was the first person to make me realize that some people will never succeed.
I am LOVING this new feature on your blog! I'm thinking of doing it too...
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