English was always my best subject in high school. I don’t know why, but it always just made sense to me and its rules were easy to understand and follow. I guess that’s why I was a newspaper writer in the Air Force. Many things I wrote were published in civilian newspapers as well as the Air Force Times. After the Air Force, I went to college and majored in accounting because I reasoned accounting was something that there would always be a need for. I won’t lie, it was a struggle for me.
Today I’m way past retirement age, but my writing skills are still there and I have the satisfaction of knowing I’m putting my beloved expertise to very good use. My 43 year old school teacher son is trying to improve his future, and that of his family, by furthering his education. He has to write tons of papers and he sends them all to me to edit and revise. His writing skill is, quite frankly, abysmal to put it mildly. Despite that, he graduated from the Master’s program with honors. He is now engaged in what is called the Specialist’s Degree program and will soon graduate from it also with honors.
He does all the required research and sends it to me to compose, write and complete. I’m happy to do it because, quite frankly, I’m not sure I was as good at being a father to him as I could, or perhaps, should have been when he was younger. I was too busy building a career to have spent as much time with him as I should have. Maybe I’m guilt tripping myself a little too much, but I feel good about what I’m doing now. No one knows about me and they don’t need to know. They just see his good work and I’m fine with that.
He jokes and says when he gets his Doctorate, we are both going to walk across the stage. I told him that won’t be necessary, I just hope I live long enough to be there to see it.