What Goes Around . . .

A post-mortem apology

What Goes Around 

. . .



         My Dad was fond of the word “proud. And well he should have been since he was a proud man.

         When one of his kids or a friend called on him for advice, food, or money, he would hand it over. Then he would smile, look us straight in the eye and say, “I'm proud I could do it” or “I'm proud I had it on me.”

         his use of the word “proud irritated me. My English major soul felt he was mis-using the word. He should have said thankful rather than proud.

         Daddy, though, wasn't the type of man to use the word “thankful”. I know he was thankful for everything he had and had accomplished. The word, however, just wasn't in  his vocabulary.

         Well, guess what. Tonight I had to give my single mom daughter fifty dollars to hep her with this current sick kid crisis. I was proud to do it. I can hear Daddy snicker.