When I was 27, I bought my first house. Beautiful cabin in the Catskill Mountains. Stream in the front yard. All that. So the next weekend, my dad came up to check it out and help me clean up the place.
We were going thru stuff and tossing things into those big, black trash bags. I was sorting and he was holding the bag for me.
Then I came upon this vase. He asked: “Why are you throwing this out?”
“It’s broken pop. Look it’s chipped,” I said.
The he fired back the game changer.
“Mike, the chip is what makes it beautiful.”
Have a great Sunday everyone. ~Mike