Every morning, no matter the weather, Patrick—my seventy-year-old stepfather—rode his battered bicycle through the neighborhood delivering newspapers. Wrapped in layers, hauling a canvas bag, he looked like a relic from another era. And quietly, I was ashamed. I worked in corporate finance and avoided explaining what he did, fearing his paper route reflected a failure I hadn’t fixed
For Complete Cooking STEPS Please Head On Over To Next Page Or Open button (>) and don’t forget to SHARE with your Facebook friends.
