Butterflies in the stomach are nothing. Try piranhas! That’s what my insides felt like on the day that I had my first job interview. I was 18 and my parents were lovingly giving me that shove to say, “listen buckaroo life costs money, get off your rear end and start working.†They persuaded me to apply to work at a local Christian Bookstore. When I entered the office of the manager, he looked at me and said, “Ben, your last name is Zornes, and that’s good enough for me.â€
I was slightly confused, and my face must have resembled a Mississippi deer in a redneck’s headlights. He explained further, “I have met your father, Tom, a few times, and I’ve heard so many good things about him. His character is of the best caliber and I’ve no doubt that his son will have the same character. The job is yours.†[Read more…] about My Daddy’s Name