Growing up the across the street neighbor family was a stay at home mom, three girls, and Mr. Bankston who was an engineer for the water company. My dad was a great dad, but pretty much absent my kid years for he traveled throughout the southern states as a salesman. Late elementary school I realized Mr. Bankston had some pretty neat hobbies he was willing to share. He fly fished and tied his own flies, and made me a clothespin vise, gave me hooks, feathers, thread, and examples of the flies he used. He never took me fishing, but paid me .25¢ a fly, and planted the seeds for the patience and perseverance I find so necessary in cancer my life today. Plant some seeds today.
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