At my dad’s retirement BBQ, I gave him a $10,000 Rolex. He smirked, “You’re still my disappointment.”

I believed him.

Not completely.

But enough to stay for lunch.

The Rolex stayed with me.

I never returned it.

I never sold it either.

I kept it in my desk drawer for six months before donating it to a charity auction benefiting a local domestic violence shelter. It sold for $9,200.

When the donation receipt arrived, I smiled.

Dad had called me his disappointment.continue reading …