From a “This I Believe” piece by John Corrigan, about his father...
I am 5 or 6, freezing in an ice shack on the Kennebec River, smelts sizzling in a frying pan close by. His hands busy tying flies, he says, “You should help one person each day.”
Years later, in the front yard, with a rake in his hand, he tells me, “Marry your best friend, son. That’s what I did.”
212 days old