Thursday, January 31, 2013
That was my motherís philosophy, although she did have her subtle, passive ways of attempting to change the tide, at least for Dad and me. Outside the family she was meek and timid.
Dad on the other hand was more proactive. While Mom was satisfied to leave the problem to God, Dad was the type who wanted to get out there and give God a hand.
More than once Mom would tell me ďyouíre just like your father.Ē
More than once I would mutter under my breath ďThank God!Ē
While Iím not as physical as Dad who once beat up a bully at work who had been terrorizing the smaller, weaker guys, I do tend to speak up when warranted.
On the first anniversary of Dadís death in 1998 I found myself at our state capitol addressing a committee about needs in educational technology.
Today Iím on my way to the capitol again. Iíve got something to say and I want my representatives to listen.
However, once again Iíll be doing this with a heavy heart. Ironically, today is the second anniversary of my motherís death.
However, if I donít make my own waves, Iím going to be swamped by someone elseís.