My Dad, was a lonely man. Who had no friends. He had a wife and family, which is remained aloof from. He nurtured and cared for us. Provided for us. Was in some ways depraved, and in many ways a good man of God who served the church.
One day, as a young man I remember the joy my father showed upon being looked up and found by an old childhood chum. We lived in Winnipeg, where my Dad was born and raised.
The man came over, to meet the family. Picture it with me. I don’t know who all was gathered around in our living room there, I just remember that man, my happy father, and the moment that was to come…
Two things happened. A cruel nickname was mentioned fondly by this loser that had shown up at our door, and it referenced the 4×4 inch scar on the top of my father’s head, that I’d barely ever seen, but knew of… when my father was a toddler, he’d reached up and pulled down a pot of boiling oatmeal onto his head, and so badly burned his scalp, that no hair would ever grow there again… he had an elaborate comb over that covered it, except when he went swimming. Like the Titanic story, my father told us no more about it… and on this day, no more was told, other than the sunken tomb sadness on his face… as this idiot chirped on, heading toward his second faux pas, he soon revealed that he was there to sign my father up for Amway sales… multi-level marketing… never heard of it?
What they did was suck folks into selling for them, then get those same folks to reach out to their friends, to then sell for them. So the first guy earns money from the sales of the second and subsequent folks under him.
This guy had dug deep to find old “friends” and looked up my Dad, to give him a piece of the business.
I don’t know what exactly happened after that, but I do know, my Dad never sold Amway.
God bless you.
Running Down Vimy 