A Great Day

It’s a great day. Didn’t start out that way. Last night was my monthly dinner with the group that debates the pressing issues of the day. And drinks. The more of the latter, the more the former. At the head of the to-do list this morning was repairing a portable camping shelter that has been damaged in a severe storm. The frame of it is a web of metal bars that accordion open and closed, stretching a fabric canopy. Some of the bars had been twisted by the strong winds. The replacement parts had arrived and it was time to face the music. I knew it wouldn’t be a good time, especially in my impaired condition. The fasteners were small and balky, usually located in inaccessible places. The components were under tension and refused to stay aligned long enough to sneak a bolt through. An octopus wouldn’t have enough appendages to pull this off. After a lot of sweat and swearing, the deed was done. I came inside and plopped down in front of ye old computer to check for messages. One jumped out at me. I haven’t seen Linda for about 30 years. The first time I laid eyes on her, she was divorced, pregnant and struggling to make ends meet with a high school diploma. If it was present day, you might think she’d be a prime recruit to occupy this or that, protesting the outcomes she created for herself. That would be because you didn’t know Linda. I met her the first day of class I taught at a weekend college. She came up, introduced herself and stated her purpose. She saw people making good money and wanted to be one of them. She didn’t begrudge them their education, jobs or wealth. She just wanted that for herself and would do what it took to get there. I responded I had no doubt that she would make it. Those weren’t empty words. She had the earmarks of a winner. Winners applaud the successful, whether they desire to be among them or not. Her attitude was positive. As the course unfolded, we got to know each other and my respect for her rose. She was candid, honest, smart and industrious. Unlike many students, she didn’t ask for concessions or make-up assignments. I never granted them anyway. I was preparing them for the real world which seldom gives you a mulligan. She did request one accommodation. She gave birth the weekend of the final. I was happy to take it to the hospital and let her complete it there. She had all As going into it and didn’t let down in the end. This morning, she tripped across my presence on the internet and had to contact me to express her gratitude for all I’d taught her. She had gone on to get a PhD, was teaching college and had a successful business on the side with her son (the one who was born the day before the final exam). I always get a warm sense of pride when one of my students contacts me in this manner. But, I’m a realist. Linda would’ve succeeded if she had a doorstop for a teacher. Nonetheless, it’s a great day.