Whenever I managed to save a small amount of money, something unexpected went wrong.

My old sedan needed expensive brake repairs, my store hours were unexpectedly cut, or my work boots fell apart.

Meanwhile, Dad occasionally came home with cold beer or brand new fishing gear that he bought at the local sporting store.

“Must be nice having extra money for fun hobbies,” I muttered under my breath one evening.

Dad overhead my remark and looked directly at me.

“If you work hard enough in life, you will have money for hobbies too.”