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Good News Tuesday: Student Stories

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I’m posting a day early this week as we focus on cleaning out my parents’ old house during a summer-come-early heat wave. Most of the work today will be inside with air conditioning, but I’ll be without internet Tuesday morning. As always, please feel free to share your good news items in the comments. I’ll catch up later this week. Enjoy!

Caring College Classmates

Savannah’s classmates bought her glasses so she can see color and follow her dreams. Watch her reaction!

Sharing the Wealth

Billionaire philanthropist Robert F. Smith promised a grant to pay off student loans for the 2019 Morehouse College graduates.  Apparently  Morehouse  is an all male college, so it’s refreshing that Mr. Smith refers to God as “her” in his speech.

 

Man Graduates with Nursing Degree where he used to work as a Housekeeper

As a teenager, Frank Baez worked as a janitor in a NY hospital. While working, he became interested in the medical field. Now he’s a nurse who says,

“Never give up on your dream.”

https://www.goodmorningamerica.com/wellness/story/man-graduates-nursing-degree-university-started-janitor-63077836

 

 


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Love Letters From My Father

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 That’s me on the right, just in case you couldn’t tell.

After my father died, I found letters he’d written to me over the years and saved, like a journal, hidden in the old cabinet he used as an end table next to his recliner. I’m still processing the content of these letters. One of them is about why he didn’t come to my rescue when I wanted to come home from the college in the mountains.

This excerpt from my work in progress explains:

On my second day in Boone, before classes started, my roommate and I went to a pub not far from campus. I recognized Chris, a super brainy girl from my high school who’d already been at the college for a year. She waved to me and invited us to sit with her. My roommate saw some people she knew and went to sit with them. Chris made me feel welcome, and I started to feel comfortable with her. Maybe the beer helped. She asked me how I was doing.

“Well, I’m a little nervous,” I admitted.

“That’s normal. It’ll get better.”

“And I miss my boyfriend. I’m actually thinking of going back home.”

Chris looked thoughtful. “You know, you’ve got your whole life to go to college,” she said. “If you want to go home, it’s okay. It’s your decision.”

I was surprised by her response. I’d expected her to encourage me to stay. If this brainiac said it was okay to go home, then who was I to fight it any longer?

I called my parents and said I wanted to come home. Having just driven seven hours each way to bring me there a couple of days earlier, Dad refused to come get me. He didn’t say much, leading me to guess he was disgusted or at least disappointed.

Being stubborn, I managed to find another way home, but that’s another part of the story.

Fast forward to 43 years later when I read my Dad’s secret letters last week. One his letters revealed that the reason they didn’t come get me was because their old station wagon had a blow out on their trip home and left him “without a spare.” He wrote in Jan 2011: “Money was very short and, we had very little in the bank, and almost nothing on hand. I would have to have gotten permission from work…We also thought about what you were giving up….I have to admit my love for you was and still is a factor. After we made our decision not to come up, we went to bed, but I don’t think either one of us slept that night. The decision bothered us for years and we talked about it for even more years, even after you were married….I still felt guilty.”

I had no idea that money was a problem back then! I figured it was all about not wanting to bail me out when I should have stayed. I thought it was just because he was mad at me. I’ve carried that shame for years. And all this time, HE felt guilty for not coming to get me. I knew my parents loved me, but I didn’t know how much until I read these letters full of love.

Ive always wanted my father to be proud of me, even when I resented him. Even when I didn’t like his conservative beliefs. Even when I avoided him. I still, deep down, wanted him to be proud of me.

And what I’m finding out from his secret love letters is that he was.

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An Unexpected Perk

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Yesterday, my friend told me that when you get to be 65, you can take a class at the university for free!  She didn’t know if it would count toward college credit or be an audit, but who cares?

This is something to look forward to! I could take an art class for free at the university level in five years! I took a couple of art classes in college many, many years ago, but now, I’m so much more ready!

The experience and guidance I’ve gotten over the past couple months working on the Forest of Dreams mural has been sort of like taking an art class for free. If you haven’t seen my post about the Forest of Dreams mural, please take a look. I think you’ll like it.

Update: I talked to someone from the university. The classes might not be free, but there is a discount.

Today’s Stream of Consciousness prompt was the word:  “class”

You don’t need to take a class to join the Stream of Consciousness, just visit Linda Hill:

The Friday Reminder and Prompt for #SoCS June 18/16

Here are the rules for SOC Saturday:

1. Your post must be stream of consciousness writing, meaning no editing, (typos can be fixed) and minimal planning on what you’re going to write.

2. Your post can be as long or as short as you want it to be. One sentence – one thousand words. Fact, fiction, poetry – it doesn’t matter. Just let the words carry you along until you’re ready to stop.

3. There will be a prompt every week. I will post the prompt here on my blog on Friday, along with a reminder for you to join in. The prompt will be one random thing, but it will not be a subject. For instance, I will not say “Write about dogs”; the prompt will be more like, “Make your first sentence a question,” “Begin with the word ‘The’,” or simply a single word to get your started.

4. Ping back! It’s important, so that I and other people can come and read your post! For example, in your post you can write “This post is part of SoCS:” and then copy and paste the URL found in your address bar at the top of this post into yours.  Your link will show up in my comments for everyone to see. The most recent pingbacks will be found at the top.

5. Read at least one other person’s blog who has linked back their post. Even better, read everyone’s! If you’re the first person to link back, you can check back later, or go to the previous week, by following my category, “Stream of Consciousness Saturday,” which you’ll find right below the “Like” button on my post.

6. Copy and paste the rules (if you’d like to) in your post. The more people who join in, the more new bloggers you’ll meet and the bigger your community will get!

7. As a suggestion, tag your post “SoCS” and/or “#SoCS” for more exposure and more views.

8. Have fun!