Yakuza Rich
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Nobody on this forum knew of my mother, Tamara Sue Johnston Hunt, but she had a great impact on me being a Cowboys fan and being a statistician.
My mom isn't a football fan, but what drew me to rooting for the Cowboys, all the way from Central New York, was my mom saying The Cowboys uniforms were always a cut above everybody else. They were really classy.
And she liked Roger Staubach as well.
My mother hated doing math. Just absolutely hated it. So she was surprised when I told her that I got my math and statistical analysis skills from her.
Analysis...at its very core is 1-part understanding how things work and 1-part creative problem solving. While my mother hated math, she was a wizard at figuring out how things work and solving puzzles or making everyday chores easier.
I'll freely admit that I'm hard to get along with at times. I can be condescending, obnoxious and impolite. But, my mother didn't raise me that way. My best traits come from her.
It never ceased to amaze me how much love she had in her heart. And just how considerate she was. They say 'we judge others by their actions and judge ourselves by our intent.' My mom always thought about the other person's intent and preached to me to considerate of others.
My mom grew up fairly poor and then when she was in her 20's, her dad ditched the family. He simply washed his hands of my grandmother, mother, uncle Rick, aunt JoAnne and aunt Sharon. He ended up moving up the street, married to a new wife and refused to have anything to do with his family. I never met the man despite the fact he was a member at the same golf club my grandmother was a member at and it was a club that I won several junior golf tournaments at.
Despite that, my mother was never, not even one iota, bitter about that. She was just too busy loving her friends and family.
I just wanted to share all of that because the world lost a great person today. Without her, I would have never become a Cowboys fan and would have never enjoyed so many of the experiences and people on this forum.
YR
My mom isn't a football fan, but what drew me to rooting for the Cowboys, all the way from Central New York, was my mom saying The Cowboys uniforms were always a cut above everybody else. They were really classy.
And she liked Roger Staubach as well.
My mother hated doing math. Just absolutely hated it. So she was surprised when I told her that I got my math and statistical analysis skills from her.
Analysis...at its very core is 1-part understanding how things work and 1-part creative problem solving. While my mother hated math, she was a wizard at figuring out how things work and solving puzzles or making everyday chores easier.
I'll freely admit that I'm hard to get along with at times. I can be condescending, obnoxious and impolite. But, my mother didn't raise me that way. My best traits come from her.
It never ceased to amaze me how much love she had in her heart. And just how considerate she was. They say 'we judge others by their actions and judge ourselves by our intent.' My mom always thought about the other person's intent and preached to me to considerate of others.
My mom grew up fairly poor and then when she was in her 20's, her dad ditched the family. He simply washed his hands of my grandmother, mother, uncle Rick, aunt JoAnne and aunt Sharon. He ended up moving up the street, married to a new wife and refused to have anything to do with his family. I never met the man despite the fact he was a member at the same golf club my grandmother was a member at and it was a club that I won several junior golf tournaments at.
Despite that, my mother was never, not even one iota, bitter about that. She was just too busy loving her friends and family.
I just wanted to share all of that because the world lost a great person today. Without her, I would have never become a Cowboys fan and would have never enjoyed so many of the experiences and people on this forum.
YR
