Continuing to the end of - The Summer of 1993
The most important lesson I learned
that summer is how much can change when you’re gone. See, when I left home that summer, home was
in Bolivar. Home was 3 brothers, mom,
& dad, familiar friends, and familiar church. But when it was time to come home, home was
moving. I returned from Georgia to go to
basketball camp with Chester County, not Bolivar. I came back & lived with Pops &
Meenaw, not mom and dad. And in November
when mom & dad finally did move to Henderson, it was with only 2 brothers
because Rob was in college. Home had
relocated. New friends. New church.
New life.
I learned a lot of lessons in the summer of
’93. But learning to adapt and grow with
your surroundings no matter who or what they are, and surviving, is the one I
continue to use today. And the lesson
about how much can change while you’re gone, well, I guess I’ll look forward to
learning that one again one day.
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