My ambition

To the kids, he was the candy man. Every Sunday morning in my father’s church he came with his suit coat pockets filled with sweets and everyone at the service knew it. All of us grandchildren sat next to him, but every kid would stop by at least once to reach into his pocket. He would always fall asleep during the sermon, which provided an ample opportunity to grab a little extra candy. But …

…I am!” Even though he can’t see anymore, I love that warm smile that I receive when he hears my voice. Just knowing that I brighten his day is the best payback for how he influenced my life. I am not troubled when I think of that time when he moves on because I know he is content with his life and achievements. I am in the process of mirroring this—my ultimate ambition.