I’m preparing to head home in a few days, back to my old grade school to share Kim & Jason with the students and help kick off a FUNdraising program. I can only speculate what it will be like, but I thought it would be fun to record my thoughts now, and then see how things actually pan out. One of the things I’m looking forward to is the smell. You know, grade schools have that distinct smell about them, and I’m curious to see if the place still smells the same. I’m sure I’ll be inundated with memories, and teachers and classmates will come to mind. I have this feeling that I’ll feel like a giant and completely out of place. I imagine tiny desks and tiny chairs, and pencil sharpeners that are fastened too low on the doorpost. I’m not sure if I’ll see any former teachers, but I figure I might. …
Archives for January 2004
Life’s Opportunities
I had the honor of speaking at a men's breakfast this morning. At the table I was eating at, I struck up a conversation with an elderly gentlemen named Ewald, whom I discovered flew fighter jets in the Air Force. I asked him why he decided to join the Air Force in particular. I expected to hear either "I wanted an education" or "I wanted to save the world" type things. But he didn't really specify any major intentions, just that after he graduated from high school, he decided to enlist. …