Father-Daughter Relationships & Knowing Where You Come From

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Father-Daughter Relationships


Knowing Where You Come From


This man is my Rock.

Gregory Edward Mc Clure aka Greg Mc Clure.



Tradesmen are a particular type of man.


Either you understand them and relate to them, or you don’t.
I do.


I grew up in a Tradesmen family.

All the men in my family are Trades.


Thanks to them, The Creed Of True Trades is in my Blood.


My dad is a mechanical engineering gold and platinum man and spent most of his career underground with his People.


In Buddhism, Gold represents Truth.


One aspect of my father’s career was working within the gold refinery area, where the real gold is separated from fool’s gold.


At a young age, he brought me a piece of fool’s gold  (Pyrite) to teach me and remind me always to know what is True, what is not, what is Foolishness, and what is not.


A lot can be learned from Stones & Steel.

Stories Cast In Stone & Steel.


My father is the type of man who steps up.

He Delivers, and he’s straight up DIRECT with his Truth. At the same time, he is a Fair and Just Man.


A Man of Instinct and few words, but when he does speak, it’s On Point.


If I need to hear the Truth of a situation, I’ll ask him.
There’s zero fluff with him.

He will tell me what I have to hear, perhaps not what I want to hear, and that’s the exact reason I’ll ask him.


He took me underground into one of South Africa’s deepest mines to understand his environment and the people around him.


The Core of this Earth is an Intense place, and people who have worked in that environment are likely to be Intense themselves because of their work environment.


Being safe & comfortable underground requires a specific type of person.


I fully understand how workplace stress could easily result in an injury or fatal accident.


Your Mind HAS TO be in the right place within that environment.

Occupational health and safety in that environment is a matter of life and death.


I Loved every minute of it!


The men allowed me to hold a huge drilling machine and drill a hole into the rock for their explosives.

It was a scary, exciting, and fantastic experience to see and feel what they do every day and relate to them.

They kept me safe and I enjoyed their camaraderie.


I Trust this man with my Life, without any doubt.

I always know exactly who my father is and exactly what he’s like.


He worked incredibly hard to provide for his family.


Our Special Time was working together in the garage.


He taught me skills.


How to work on cars.

How to change a tyre.

How to weld.


The importance of my education.

The value of commitment, loyalty, hard work, and the importance of a solid, trustworthy character.


He Inspired me to pursue science and mathematics in school.


He’s a “Do what you say”, be forthright, and DO NOT do anything that could ruin your reputation type of man.


Based on that, I KNOW exactly how to behave and how NOT to behave out of self-respect and respect for my family.


Thanks for showing me and teaching me through your actions what work ethic and Life looks like, Dad. 🙏

Our “thing” is, my Dad is Beauty, and I am Baby Beast.



I often speak of him because I have immense respect for him and how he raised me.


This man was definitely a good and strict father, which I know I needed.

Double bonus points, he makes a good tea for me when I’m home, and if I have a beer or whiskey, I have one with him.


Don’t Make Assumptions.


It has often come up in conversation where a person has assumed in the back of their mind that I have travelled a lot, assuming that I was/am running away from something and/or running away from my own country.


Thankfully I’m not easily insulted, and I don’t mind questions.


I prefer a question to an assumption.


Every time it comes up, I set the record straight.


There is a reason for every action and every choice.


Cause and Effect.


The initial cause of my leaving South Africa in 1997 was based on a discussion with my father in which he inspired me to travel.


He told me I was living in a small-town conservative bubble.

The best way for me to Truly Grow both personally and professionally was to spread my wings through international travel and by leaving the country.


I was 20 years young and by then had already completed my pharmacist technician internship in a private hospital, so based on that, to get better experience, he suggested that I leave for my own wellbeing, travel and work internationally.

Which I followed through with and DID.


The effect of that one decision has been remarkable.


There is no other way to describe it all other than remarkable.


The Bottom Line

I guess the bottom line on this is that in my mind, it’s ALWAYS best to ask questions directly to the person involved vs making assumptions or allowing your mind to embroider a story that may or may not be True.


From a Yogic perspective, KNOWING who you are, where you come from and never forgetting your roots is part of Yoga.


Regardless of where I am in the world, I always KNOW precisely where I come from.

Born & Raised in South Africa.


Thanks, Dad. Love you always.

NO ONE can ever replace you.



For me, the most significant thing about my dad is that he fully acknowledges my Mom and is honest enough to say without my mom in his Life, he would never have accomplished what he has.


She’s a Good Woman!


How many Women would marry a man at 17, get up at 3 am to prepare his breakfast &  lunch, then wave him off for underground, which is not an entirely safe environment?


This woman taught me how to read at four years old, and I poured myself into books.


Every book I could get my hands on.

Children gathered at my house to swim, eat ice-cream, read books together and share our stories.


I was always the story keeper.


This woman taught me how to play the piano.


This woman taught me how to make my bed and how to make a Home.


This woman taught me how to say my Prayers.

She taught me the importance of Faith and about Angels. (and reminded me of Faeries)


Our Special Time was spent in cemeteries.


She Inspired me to learn about history.

We spent time reading gravestones.


She taught me to respect both the living and the dead.

Through these experiences, I learned about our mortality at an early age.


She is known to Our Ancestors by the name Melody Colleen Pace.

This woman, my Mother, Melody Colleen McClure, worked in Healthcare for many years.


My Parental Units

P.P.S From an emotional wellbeing position, I always say,


it’s better out than in


AND….there is a Time and Place for Everything.


In 2021 these two changed their Lives entirely, and I am very proud of them for doing so.


It was TIME for THEM to do what They LOVE, and as a daughter, I love them for DOING SO.


Author: My Parents Youngest Daughter Colleen Glennis Mc Clure

Before you leave, you might like to read Construction Workers Are Yogi’s.

And Have you Become Complacent?

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