PAM OLROYD


On September 15, Pam Olroyd and I will be married for 19 years. A lot of other people have been married longer. 19 years is no real milestone. But I haven't done well at marriage and for me this is a big deal.

I met Pam Olroyd on July 13, 1994. She was interviewing for a job with our company. I was there to really size up the search criteria we were trying. After 10 minutes, Pam and I connected. It was "best friends at first sight." That was 27 years ago and Pam is still my best friend.

Over the years I have become an old man. I'm not cool, funny or good looking. Pam has become a mother, MBA Graduate, cancer survivor, and Corporate executive. She is far smarter than I ever was and I have no idea why she continues to put up with me. I work every day just to not disappoint her.


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