The lack of shame just blows me away. Starting life out at 17 graduated high school and working full time I was to damn proud to ask for money. It took a really hard time for me to ask my dad to borrow money. He told me it wasn't a loan it was a gift because it was the only time I had ever asked. Because I am who I am I paid him back $45 at a time. When it was paid in full my dad took me out to a really nice dinner and gave me a money order for double the amount. Told me he has been very impressed with me. I did it all on my own. Both my parents and my brother have GEDs. I have a high school diploma. I was floored and very very touched by what my dad did. It's funny, I had to move back in with him for about 6 months and during that time I worked, I saved, I cleaned, I cooked, I paid 33% of my check to him as rent. And every Sunday I had a store meeting at work at 530am. On the way back home I would get us McDonalds and we would sit on the porch, eat and drink coffee together. More often then not we never said a word. But those are the memories I have now that he is gone. He was proud of me.
That use to mean something?!?!?!?!