Yesterday I wrote about my Life Tool Box. I’m still thinking about the things in it, all the things that help me through life, that allow me to be me.
Some of the tools are real and physical like my Blackwing 602 pencils and plenty of paper to write on. Some of them are physical like my copies of the Tao or “Think and Grow Rich”. Others are books in electronic form that live inside my Kindle. Some are the memories of people and the things they taught me. Anne Stock was one of those people.
When I was a young teen, my parents would bring in Anne to babysit. I was the oldest of the four (and later five) of us, but still a little too young to handle that many kids. I was angry at first that they didn’t think I was grown up enough for the job…
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