When our dad was in his early 20’s, aimless and undirected beyond working on cars, he pulled his truck right up onto the bricks between buildings at Portland State University. He went into the registrar’s offices and asked, “What’s a class that everybody takes?”
He didn’t know where to get started.
The person working there said, “Writing?”
She signed him up for the equivalent of freshman comp, and from there he built a life. Thank you, PSU registrar, way back when! He went on to grad school, won some awards, became a professor with tenure…
Before all of that, his sister bought him the typewriter with her income from working at Montgomery Ward. He used it his whole life. These are some of his words in his final days, looking back.
Keep going, all of you!
With gratitude.
M
This is beautiful. Thanks for sharing it with us, and thinking of all of you. xo
Such a lovely story, thank you for sharing. You never know what the long-term effect of the slightest action might be until you’re a long way down that road, and chance to look back.