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I came across it on his desk, the notepad holder and handwriting so familiar as a child, as I’d watch him jot down important reminders. Now containing something unknown - a quote I’d never heard. “Everyday do something generous, creative, and foolish.” Something generous. Understood. Something he tried to practice throughout his life. Something creative. I remember his worry when I left my safe, secure and stable engineering career. Seeing now his regard for creativity is a hug. Something foolish. A visceral pause, followed by a slow spreading smile as I considered the most unexpected of the words my father had noted.
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