Easy to champion the people who made sacrifices for World Cup winners, what about all the grandparents whose kids were shit? My dad drove me to every cricket ground from Barnstaple to Wells to watch me average 3.5, surely that’s more commendable
My son called me crying
“Dad, school ended 4 hours ago. I’m still waiting for you to pick me up!”
Click.
I hung up.
Weak pitch. No clear call to action. Didn’t give me a reason to care.
I went back to cold emailing billionaires.
He’ll have to learn a better way to get my attention if he wants my help.