In this day and age I think that character has lost its place among the definition of what makes a man. It has been replaced by worldly possessions such as who has the biggest house, the fanciest car, and all those other useless possessions of status. My Grandpa, was a man of character and of morals and values. How can I tell? Just look at the family he helped raise with the loving support of his wife (love ya grandma). These are some of the finest human beings I have ever had the pleasure of coming into contact with. He taught my Dad many valuable lessons, which he has passed on to me, and hopefully someday I can pass these stories on to my children. Although I have may gotten a bigger kick out of these stories the my Dad ( he usually just got a kick in the pants!) I still see the values of these lessons. They have helped mold me into the moral and just man I am today, and I thank him for that. I would also like to thank him for all of those memorable summer trips I took to the farm as a child. Taking me out into the fields on his tractor to show me how to herd the cows in. I'll never forget the first time he let me drive the tractor. I felt like such a big boy sitting on his lap, while he down-shifted and let me steer. The smell of grilling steaks and fresh cut corn during those afternoon bar-be-ques, the baseball games, the long Midwest sunsets as time almost seemed to stop as the sun melted into the corn fields around us, and the catching of fireflys in our little jars as we got lost in the darkness of the summer night.I have been to many places around the world, but nothing was better than those summer trips of my youth. The farm always felt like home to me, and although my time spent there was short I'll always treasure those summers. I may have been living in California Grandpa, but you were never more than a thought or prayer away from me. I want to thank you for raising such a great Dad for me, this has been really tough on him, but I think our bond now is stronger than ever. I want to thank you Grandpa for being a man of just morals and principles in a world that seems so shallow nowadays. Well, I guess its up to me now to carry on the Sports family name, I hope I can do you proud. Say hi to Chico for me Grandpa, I know he was waiting for you. From what my Dad say he was the best dog anyone could ever hope for. They say that how a dog acts is a reflection of their owner. My Dad would tell me stories about Chico sleeping outside in his doghouse when it was 10 or 20 degrees below freezing, and that he wouldn't whine or complain about anything. Wow, that's character. I love you Grandpa and will always keep you in my thoughts. And you don't have to worry Grandpa, if I ever get a tractor I'll make sure it's a Farmall and not a John Deere. Love Ya Man!
God Bless,
Your Grandson
George Scott Sports
