The daily habit that lets people in your life know you respect them…

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Growing up, whenever I couldn’t find my dad he’d invariably turn out to be in the shed, surrounded by sawdust, making something interesting — baseball bats, pennywhistles, chess pieces. And he’d be listening to the guys on sports radio. But when he’d look up from the belt sander or table saw and notice me in the doorway…

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