I cried the day I graduated from High School. Not from
saddness at leaving friends and good times but from
gratitude to the powers that be that I never had to go
For those of you who remember me I donít want to hear
from you, I just feel another segment of the class
of í65 is underrepresented on this page.
Those of us who donít have college degrees, and kids
with college degrees. The ones who donít own
businesses or vacation homes. The Democrats. Those of
us who are not ďsuccessfulĒ in a conventional way but
are happy anyway.
Donít get me wrong. I am in favor of continued
education whether it takes place in a classroom or in
the city dump. Just about the most important lesson
Iíve learned is that life if much too short to spend
around people you donít like and who donít like you.
Itís one they donít teach in High School.
Iíve left two husbands and a number of jobs and Iím so
much better off.
I have two boys I love with all my heart and a man I
waited too long to meet. And, while I wonít be taking
early retirement, I have a good job and expect to be
comfortable in my old age.
I drive a two-door speck but my gasoline costs less
than $30 a month and the insurance costs next to
I have credit card debt but I have neat toys.
Iíve accepted Jesus as my personal Savior but Iím
appalled by what passes for Christianity these days.
I lost my mom but I still have Dad even though he
drives me crazy. I gave my parents grief but they
I think computers are the greatest invention ever. At
last I can balance my checkbook and havenít bounced a
check or missed a payment since I got one.
So, for all the rest of you, I donít want to hear from
you either. I just want to say donít let these married-
make you feel bad.
Step up and post your non-success stories. You matter