When Brett came home, I took him for a drive to the grain elevator where I had worked for forty years. There, I shared a secret I had carried for decades. In 1985, I went six weeks without pay and borrowed $400 from my father to keep our mortgage current. I repaid him, but I never admitted how desperate we had been.<\/p>\n
Brett finally opened up about his own struggles. He had lost his job, struggled with truck payments, and still owed child support for his daughter. He had taken delivery work to survive and hoped renting our basement would help him recover before we returned in May.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhy didn\u2019t you call us?\u201d I asked quietly.<\/p>\n
He stared at the floor. \u201cDad, you never missed a day of work. How was I supposed to tell you I\u2019d lost my job?\u201d Then he reminded me that I had hidden my own financial hardship from my father for forty years. I had no answer. I realized I had taught my son that needing help was something to be ashamed of.<\/p>\n
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