Most of us want to be liked. We will go out of our way to be pleasant, even under trying circumstances. I remember what my dad said to folks, "Please don't tell me you do not like me, I think everybody loves me."
Just after a hitch in the USAF, I studied and passed a ministerial exam and received my license to PREACH. I moved our little family into a converted chicken house in Missouri to pastor a small church. Those folk were the salt of the earth. WE still remain in contact with the folk.
We were later assigned a church in NC, where we loved the folk and built a SS department and fellowship hall.
Soon we were asked to move to the New Hope Area of Gastonia, to organize and build a church. We were amazed at the growth of the little church. Again some of the most wonderful folk in the world. The Grady Allen family were charter members. The family was 3 beautiful talented girls and two ambitious boys. One of the boys was destined to become a successful building contractor. Grady has passed, but Mazie, the mama, is still one of my girl friends.
Steve and Linda Thompson were serious. I am writing this on Friday night, because Saturday we will leave the backwoods of NC and head to Anderson, SC to help celebrate 50 years of marriage. They have been very successful, Steve is retired but is still a consultant on Nuclear power. Yeah, the tall skinny kid who stole one of our piano players. They make a beautiful couple. So at least I did do one good thing in my short stint as a preacher.
(I have no memorable moments of my short career as a Roach Coach Driver, Computer Repairman or Radio Operator. LOL)
Iaccoca was the father of the Mustang.