What I Saw In The Mirror

One day last week, I took a quick look in the mirror as I was getting ready to brush my teeth and I saw . . . my dad.
Now I don’t look a lot like my dad and he and I had very different body types, but there was something in the angle of my chin and the expression on my face and I was like, “that’s my dad in that mirror!”
A lot of you know that he died in 2006 at the age of 95. By profession he was an attorney and he taught on the Law Faculty of Southern Methodist University for over 30 years.
But that experience got me thinking: what was he like when he was 46, the age I am now? (Since my dad was 50 when I was born, that’s one of those things I obviously don’t know.) Did he like his job? Was he happy in it? Did he lose sleep worrying about it? Was he ambitious for more success or more impact? Was it on his mind all the time? Or instead of “living to work” did he instead “work to live”?
I suppose I ask myself those questions about him because I also ask them of me.
You’ll never know what you’ll see when you look in the mirror.