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"Daddy, You're On Your Way to Patterson!"

Have you ever been driving and you went into a daze?  Ever started to daydream as you see familiar sights?  This happened to me some days ago.  As usual, we had a fantastic time in New York visiting family and friends.  We were on our way back to Bowie, MD and just crossed over the George Washington Bridge heading south into New Jersey.  If you're familiar with that area, you know the Jersey Turnpike begins soon afterwards.  But there are a whole bunch of signs leading in a number of different directions.  I was in a fog after a long, but exciting day.  My wife was sitting in the front seat looking gorgeous and my two boys were in the back seat doing...who knows what they were doing.  Then out of the blue, my youngest said with conviction, "Daddy, you're on your way to Patterson."  Patterson was to the left and the Turnpike was to the right.  If we were to reach our destination in Bowie, MD, I would have needed to vear to the right towards the turnpike. I was headed in the wrong direction until my son helped to get me going in the right direction.  







Lesson:  well, there are two many right here.  Yet, let's try and name them.  

1.  Pay attention to the signs.
2.  Pay attention to your family.
3.  Pay attention...period.  

Who knows where we'd be right now if I had not listened to my son.  I had to give him props for being alert at just the right time.   And although I'm not a fan of backseat drivers, he was welcomed that day.

Fathers, pay attention.  Pay attention to yourself and those around you.  Pay attention to the needs of your wives and children.  Pay intricate attention to their feelings and desires, their wants and fears.  Pay attention to what makes them tick and what ticks them off.  And finally, pay attention to you.  I want you to be well enough so you can give the energy that your family needs and wants.  

I'm NOS (who is paying more attention to the road.  Plus, what's in Patterson anyway?!?)

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