In a manner of speaking, I was the reason for my brothers' and sisters' existence. Had my mom not become pregnant they may never have stayed together, who knows? I was born one month after my dad's 18th birthday, and 2 weeks after my mom's 17th. I'm sure mom's parents were very displeased about the whole thing, but you have to at least consider that because they were young when it all took place it could have turned out very differently than it did. Given dad's broken childhood he could have easily opted to just shrug his shoulders and move on, or "duck and hide" so to speak. I'd like to think instead that his lack of a good childhood was actually the reason he didn't. He must have had a burning desire to actually have a family that behaved as a family. I'm glad that he stepped up to the plate and took responsibility for what had happened because the two of them eventually did end up creating a pretty good family. There was only one sure-fire way to instantly have enough income and insurance to cover your family: Join the military. That's what he did. He did four years in the Air Force, all served at Pope Air Force Base in North Carolina. He managed to get our family off to a decent start.
Staring into the mirror of my life, and reflecting on events that made me who I am.
Saturday, March 8, 2014
Dad Steps Up
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