What is the best advice that you have been given?

Borobarmy said:
Thanks for sharing that , it’s very touching
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Thanks for your thoughts Borobarmy.

He was a special man and I feel compelled to share how special he was.

He felt that he had to leave school at the age of twelve during the great depression in the thirties here in Australia as his
father amongst many were drunkards and gamblers.
He was the elder of his siblings and so he took it on himself and found a job at a filthy stinking tannery to put food on the table
which his father rarely did.

He was determined that whenever he became a father he would give his kids the best education that he could give them.

My wife told me that for as long as she could remember that her and her little sister never had girly type presents or dolls
but were given books and that he would come into their bedroom every night and read them those books or regale stories of
days gone by until they fell asleep.
They adored him and he was so proud of them when they both won scholarships to go to university but they were more proud
of him and his achievements.

They were to be prouder still when shortly before his retirement whilst in his sixties, he decided to go to night school to study
and attempt to gain the Higher school certificate which his daughters had gained.
Not only did he gain the certificate more than fifty years since leaving school, he also won a scholarship as well.
He declined the scholarship as he had achieved what he set out to do but more importantly he didn't want to rob a child
of a place at university.

When he did retire he made a hobby of buying cheap old cars and fixing them up. He spent weeks sometimes months on them
and when I made comment on how much he would have to get for these old bombs to come out in front. He would say " nah
son, it's not for profit. It's only kids that will buy these old cars but at least they'll get a good one and all I want is to get
some money back so that I can get another one"
Such was the man.
Truly inspirational to me.
 
redblood said:
Thanks for your thoughts Borobarmy.

He was a special man and I feel compelled to share how special he was.

He felt that he had to leave school at the age of twelve during the great depression in the thirties here in Australia as his
father amongst many were drunkards and gamblers.
He was the elder of his siblings and so he took it on himself and found a job at a filthy stinking tannery to put food on the table
which his father rarely did.

He was determined that whenever he became a father he would give his kids the best education that he could give them.

My wife told me that for as long as she could remember that her and her little sister never had girly type presents or dolls
but were given books and that he would come into their bedroom every night and read them those books or regale stories of
days gone by until they fell asleep.
They adored him and he was so proud of them when they both won scholarships to go to university but they were more proud
of him and his achievements.

They were to be prouder still when shortly before his retirement whilst in his sixties, he decided to go to night school to study
and attempt to gain the Higher school certificate which his daughters had gained.
Not only did he gain the certificate more than fifty years since leaving school, he also won a scholarship as well.
He declined the scholarship as he had achieved what he set out to do but more importantly he didn't want to rob a child
of a place at university.

When he did retire he made a hobby of buying cheap old cars and fixing them up. He spent weeks sometimes months on them
and when I made comment on how much he would have to get for these old bombs to come out in front. He would say " nah
son, it's not for profit. It's only kids that will buy these old cars but at least they'll get a good one and all I want is to get
some money back so that I can get another one"
Such was the man.
Truly inspirational to me.
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What a legend!!
 
redblood said:
Thanks for your thoughts Borobarmy.

He was a special man and I feel compelled to share how special he was.

He felt that he had to leave school at the age of twelve during the great depression in the thirties here in Australia as his
father amongst many were drunkards and gamblers.
He was the elder of his siblings and so he took it on himself and found a job at a filthy stinking tannery to put food on the table
which his father rarely did.

He was determined that whenever he became a father he would give his kids the best education that he could give them.

My wife told me that for as long as she could remember that her and her little sister never had girly type presents or dolls
but were given books and that he would come into their bedroom every night and read them those books or regale stories of
days gone by until they fell asleep.
They adored him and he was so proud of them when they both won scholarships to go to university but they were more proud
of him and his achievements.

They were to be prouder still when shortly before his retirement whilst in his sixties, he decided to go to night school to study
and attempt to gain the Higher school certificate which his daughters had gained.
Not only did he gain the certificate more than fifty years since leaving school, he also won a scholarship as well.
He declined the scholarship as he had achieved what he set out to do but more importantly he didn't want to rob a child
of a place at university.

When he did retire he made a hobby of buying cheap old cars and fixing them up. He spent weeks sometimes months on them
and when I made comment on how much he would have to get for these old bombs to come out in front. He would say " nah
son, it's not for profit. It's only kids that will buy these old cars but at least they'll get a good one and all I want is to get
some money back so that I can get another one"
Such was the man.
Truly inspirational to me.
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Again cheers , very stirring
 
redblood said:
Thanks for your thoughts Borobarmy.

He was a special man and I feel compelled to share how special he was.

He felt that he had to leave school at the age of twelve during the great depression in the thirties here in Australia as his
father amongst many were drunkards and gamblers.
He was the elder of his siblings and so he took it on himself and found a job at a filthy stinking tannery to put food on the table
which his father rarely did.

He was determined that whenever he became a father he would give his kids the best education that he could give them.

My wife told me that for as long as she could remember that her and her little sister never had girly type presents or dolls
but were given books and that he would come into their bedroom every night and read them those books or regale stories of
days gone by until they fell asleep.
They adored him and he was so proud of them when they both won scholarships to go to university but they were more proud
of him and his achievements.

They were to be prouder still when shortly before his retirement whilst in his sixties, he decided to go to night school to study
and attempt to gain the Higher school certificate which his daughters had gained.
Not only did he gain the certificate more than fifty years since leaving school, he also won a scholarship as well.
He declined the scholarship as he had achieved what he set out to do but more importantly he didn't want to rob a child
of a place at university.

When he did retire he made a hobby of buying cheap old cars and fixing them up. He spent weeks sometimes months on them
and when I made comment on how much he would have to get for these old bombs to come out in front. He would say " nah
son, it's not for profit. It's only kids that will buy these old cars but at least they'll get a good one and all I want is to get
some money back so that I can get another one"
Such was the man.
Truly inspirational to me.
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Sounds like a truly remarkable fella.
 
Plough your own furrow and sew your own seeds.

Hard work will take you farther than you think.

Honesty is the best policy.

Find a job you love and you’ll never do a days work in your life.

On social media, never post anything in anger and if you can with a smile on your face.

Never argue with kids or idiots, you’ll end up at their level.
 
redblood said:
Thanks for your thoughts Borobarmy.

He was a special man and I feel compelled to share how special he was.

He felt that he had to leave school at the age of twelve during the great depression in the thirties here in Australia as his
father amongst many were drunkards and gamblers.
He was the elder of his siblings and so he took it on himself and found a job at a filthy stinking tannery to put food on the table
which his father rarely did.

He was determined that whenever he became a father he would give his kids the best education that he could give them.

My wife told me that for as long as she could remember that her and her little sister never had girly type presents or dolls
but were given books and that he would come into their bedroom every night and read them those books or regale stories of
days gone by until they fell asleep.
They adored him and he was so proud of them when they both won scholarships to go to university but they were more proud
of him and his achievements.

They were to be prouder still when shortly before his retirement whilst in his sixties, he decided to go to night school to study
and attempt to gain the Higher school certificate which his daughters had gained.
Not only did he gain the certificate more than fifty years since leaving school, he also won a scholarship as well.
He declined the scholarship as he had achieved what he set out to do but more importantly he didn't want to rob a child
of a place at university.

When he did retire he made a hobby of buying cheap old cars and fixing them up. He spent weeks sometimes months on them
and when I made comment on how much he would have to get for these old bombs to come out in front. He would say " nah
son, it's not for profit. It's only kids that will buy these old cars but at least they'll get a good one and all I want is to get
some money back so that I can get another one"
Such was the man.
Truly inspirational to me.
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I was inspired by reading that ^
 
The old lady next door, Doris told me; try not to worry about things, you die if you do and you die if you don't, so don't.

She had a lovely collection of dinky cars and her dad played for Aston villa, not sure if these nuggets are related.
 
Billy Connolly was offered this advice when he turned 60:

1. If you are passing a lavatory, use it.
2. NEVER trust a fart
3. If you get an erection, make the most of it, even if you are on your own.
 
Work-wise, If you are about to send an email which includes a massive rant, leave it for an hour, re-read it and re-assess the situation. 9 times out of 10 you'll decide not to send it and write a more thought out, structured response.
 
The owld feller was a coal miner for many years, he used to say:

’Hard work never killed anyone, but I’ll tell you it buggers machines and knackers donkeys’
 
I've always thought Biggles' philosophy was a good one, though perhapsnot adviceas such:

When you are flying, everything is all right or it is not all right.

If it is all right there is no need to worry. If it is not all right one of two things will happen. Either you will crash or you will not crash.

If you do not crash there is no need to worry. If you do crash one of two things is certain. Either you will be injured or you will not be injured.

If you are not injured there is no need to worry. If you are injured one of two things is certain. Either you will recover or you will not recover.

If you recover there is no need to worry. If you don't recover you can't worry.
 
Advice, Just been reminded of this.. The first time the owld feller came to see me race (motorbikes) just as I was setting off to the grid he said..........

and I kid you not ................

”just take it steady son”

You haven’t got the theory behind this have you dad 😂😂
 
Archie Weeks said:
Read this in a sunday newspaper years ago and used it many times (blowing out the other man's candle,won't make yours Burn any brighter)
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I’m pretty sure Biscuits by Casey Musgraves has a similar line. Also from the same song:
Pouring salt in my sugar won't make yours any sweeter
P!ssing in my yard ain't gonna make yours any greener
 
At 17 years of age, I was talking to a retired chartered engineer. He asked me what I intended to do for work and told him I'd got a tech apprenticeship at British Steel. He though for a moment and replied that I should get a good living from working for a big company like that, great pension security but only if I worked hard and stuck at it and remain loyal because after all they were investing in me. Consider investing in your pension contributions which came from someone who worked in I/R who I had a lot of time for. He wasn't wrong, and I retired on my own terms at 52.
 
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