Ok, I agreed to blog about the profession. Yeah, yeah, I know. But, it is hard for me because I can't get the words "making history" out of my mind. You see, yesterday was a remarkable day in the history of the
What is so weird is that this event made me think about my parents. For the record, I am a first generation American. In 1918, both of my parents stepped off of boats onto Ellis Island in
But that isn't the most important thing about them. Shortly before my mother died, I asked her about her life and what she thought was the most incredible thing she saw in her lifetime. It was an incredible lifetime. She survived the global depression of the 1930s, three wars encompassing combatants from around the world; she saw the development of TV, commercial air travel and nuclear power; she witnessed space travel and the landing of men on the moon; she saw the assassination of leaders in the US and other parts of the world and the creation of the United Nation to address poverty, hunger, genocide, and the protection of children. She had owned her own home, and had her sons attend college. The record of her lifetime was a remarkable database of events to choose from.
However, she told me the thing she cherished most was opportunity for her, her family, and strangely enough, for me that she got from her immigration to the
Yep, opportunity was what she told me was the greatest thing she witnessed in her lifetime. If she was alive today and had watched the inauguration, she would do what she always did when she made her point...slap me in the back of the head and say, "See, I told you so!" Well, Mom, you were right.
More later.