Tales Of A Fourth Generation Textile Executive: Road Not Taken
Wednesday is starting to be a dreaded day as that is my blog deadline. With that, I decided to move my blog to Monday so that I have a week to complete it. Now Monday will be a dreaded day.
I am still saving my stories from my School Houses at the Shipshewana Quilt Festival. I will eventually get to them, but I wanted to tell an ironic story that I described in a couple of my schoolhouses at Shipshewana.
I am not a huge poetry fan by any means, but there is one poet and one poem that has always been near and dear to my heart. I am sure many of you know it: The Road Not Taken by Robert Frost. Below is the portion of the poem that really hits home for me.
The Road Not Taken by Robert Frost
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Two roads diverged in a wood, and I— |
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I took the one less traveled by, |
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And that has made all the difference. |
If you recall from my previous blogs, during my last year at the University of Michigan, I was debating what to do with my life….the choice was between family business and law school. As you know, I went to law school, and for me, that was the road less travelled. In spite of the fact that I took the road less travelled, when it was all said and done, I ended up back on the road that was more worn and travelled which in this case was the family business. So the irony is that I took the road less travelled, but ended up back on the road more travelled. I am not totally sure how it ended up that way, which was probably a long shot, but in the end, that has made all the difference.
Scott