Good morning. Merritt and I are on our way to check in with a work site. He just ducked into a little market to grab something (my guess: trail mix), so I’m holding his iced coffee and enjoying the breeze for a sec.
Last night after dinner, Kent and I were sitting in the common area, cuddling and just talking. I told him how proud I was—his studies for his general contractor license are going great.
I said, “You’ve really come a long way. You’ve said the Bronx was tough growing up, but now you own your own business. And it’s growing.”
He nodded and said, “Yeah… I guess you’re right, but…”
And then he paused. I didn’t say a word—I knew he was about to say something I didn’t want to miss.
He looked at me and said, “I’ve been thinking… I don’t think success should be measured by how far you go in life.”
I said, “Go on…”
And he finished with, “Success… maybe real success isn’t how far you go, but how many people you take with you.”
That stuck with me. Still sitting with it, honestly.
He’s not wrong.
—Hannah
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