Families without shared stories lose their grounding … we need to be constantly “woven,” knitted together.
Here is a true story from my family. While attending a local rodeo, my great-grandfather Paul noticed a crowd gathered around a cowboy and his striking horse, outfitted with an expensive, ornate saddle. The cowboy loudly challenged the onlookers: “Who will race me?”
My great-grandfather stepped forward. The two men raced, and Paul won easily. The cowboy, clearly annoyed, protested that he certainly would have won if he had ridden a horse as fine as Paul’s. Without hesitation, Paul accepted
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