Memories of Daddy, Post 71: I Do Not Want Money. I Just Want My Daddy Back.
Daddy believed in giving his kids as much of a head-start in life as possible. He almost always kept his (and my) eyes in front of him, and rarely behind him. When I was 16 years old, he got me my first credit card (obviously co-signed and paid by him) so I could start building up credit. This foresight presented itself while I was in medical school and considered buying a place. The realtor I spoke to said incredulously: "I've never missed a credit card payment, I've owned 4