I would get broke down cars when I could and fix them up. He has lost all sorts of business with teaching me how to work on cars. My friend Billy hooked me up with “how to” advice. I couldn’t afford to take it to a shop when something went out, so I learned to work on it. One of the nicest things ever done for me. I somehow made it to college and was blessed with a 1982 Chevy C20 pickup for high school graduation. I would swap anything I could, and save to buy parts. As soon as I would finish one thing, I was always moving upward and onward. Selling bicycles in the local classifieds. ![]() And they worked! I was mowing neighbor’s yards with a concoction of 3 mowers. Frankenstein bicycles and mowers from neighbors throw away parts. Bows and arrows from flimsy rain trees and shoe strings. Lightsabers carved out of wood with wires and pieces of a discarded motherboard for affect. I would occasionally ask my parents for something that I liked, and most times the answer would be, “Christopher, you can make that”. But my father is a whole other story entirely. He taught me how to rebuild things and make them better. ![]() He taught me to work with my hands and instilled in me the discipline to produce excellent results. He taught me what quality is, and has shown me what a Man of God looks like. We shopped at Salvation Army and Goodwill, but frequently we would come up with something quality that would last through our gauntlet of use and I came to appreciate quality items, and good looking items. I come from a big family and we now have good strong bones. My family would rarely buy anything new, and when we did it was usually something like milk. I have always been impressed with the best. I never could sit still and neither could my mind. I made what I could with sticks, rocks, and vines and would steal my dad’s tools when I could, to improve my design. It probably started when I was young and we weren’t allowed to watch TV, so I had to make my own fun.
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