This Week's Very Short Story: Chapter 9

This Week's Very Short Story: Chapter 9

In the beginning of 6^th grade I got a ‘D’ in math.  From then on my grades went up to the point where I went to college to major in Mathematics. 

At Lincoln Jr. High School in Ferndale Michigan I was in a lower math track during 7^th grade.  The math teacher during that year told me that I did not belong in remedial math but there was nothing he could do about it. 

My father blamed his hair loss on the helmet he wore in the army.  Good thing the only shrapnel that hit him was in the leg.  Otherwise I may not be telling you this story.  

Illogical logic:   Neither of my son’s have children.  I had not seen my son for a few years so I asked him for a picture.  He asked why and I told him I wanted to see if he had lost his hair.  Seeing his picture and knowing that my other son still has his hair, I can only come to one conclusion… in my case, that having children causes hair loss.   

There are only certain things in life that you can blame on spell check.     

When I was young I did magic tricks.  One of my tricks was that I took my hand and arm and put it through a glass door and then pulled it out without getting a cut.  That is better than what the real story was.  I would tell you what that was but I do not remember the real reason.    

My mother was born in Detroit Michigan.  Her mother passed away when she was young.  Later she moved to Florida with her father and step mother and she graduated from Miami High School in 1949.  To say that she did not like Florida would be a very nice description.   As soon as she was old enough she moved back to Detroit and lived with one of her sisters, where she met my father after he had returned from the war.  Otherwise, I would not be telling you this story.     

Years ago when I started practicing, patients would ask me if I was old enough to be the doctor so I grew a beard….. Later as I was losing my hair and my beard turned grey, I shaved it.  They don’t ask me that question anymore.   

When I go into work early, I sometimes pass these two ladies out walking together.  I do not know them, but it is like I know them.  When one of them is not there, I am worried that the other is sick.  When they are there, it is as if everything is OK in the world.  Thank you, ladies for making a good start to my day.  Maybe someday I will have the nerve to stop and show them this story and thank them.  

My two sons have always been as different as cats and dogs.  One son we would have to argue with for five hours to do 5 minutes of homework.  The other son wanted to get home right after school so that he could do his homework.  He bought into the idea where that if you finished your homework then you can do whatever you wanted to do.  And he did.