My father had a rule: he would match whatever his children saved for their first house, dollar for dollar. My sister saved $40,000. He matched it. She bought a beautiful home. I saved $60,000. It took ten years. I took ten years. I called my father. “I’m ready, ” I said. He was quiet.
I grew up thinking that my father, Virgil, was a man who lived by his word. He was the kind of person who checked the tire pressure on our cars …
My father had a rule: he would match whatever his children saved for their first house, dollar for dollar. My sister saved $40,000. He matched it. She bought a beautiful home. I saved $60,000. It took ten years. I took ten years. I called my father. “I’m ready, ” I said. He was quiet. Read More