My father is exceptional in his ability to live spontaneously. “Life is too short, there are so many things to do, places to go, people to talk to,” he’d say to my siblings and me as we grew up. I remember several occasions when my dad would come home from work on Friday nights and say “Kids, get your stuff together, we’re leaving early in the morning.” My dad would pack up our motor home and take my brother and sister and I on different adventures. One time my Dad took me on a trip to Sedona to go camping. We had planned to stay there for two nights and then drive back home. Instead, my dad decided impromptu that we’d drive up to Flagstaff and go skiing. Another instance that proved my dad unpredictable was the day he brought home a huge sailboat and decided to take us to Rocky point, Mexico to go sailing for the weekend. Thanks to my father’s unconstrained way of living I have in me a very adventurous spirit. ...
