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Our Son in the MoonPosted Thursday, July 23, 2009, at 8:09 AM
There are certain events you always remember because of the event itself. I can see in front of me the green IBM Selectric typewriter I was using when someone said President Kennedy had been shot. I can picture myself in front of the TV when the second plane hit the second World Trade Center building.
Then there are events you remember solely because they represent something more important in your life. The first man landing on the moon (I purposely decline to remember how many years ago) is an event I only remember because it happened to occur at the same time as something really important -- the birth of our second child.
Nathan's "landing" on earth was a bit more eventful for us than the Armstrong moonwalk. As has happened innumerable times in our lives, Father God was with us to provide just what we needed, but didn't know we needed it. In this case it was a young Intern from Peru who had seen our baby's condition once in his home country. A nurse told me he had risked his career by ordering a complete blood transfusion. It was an eventful few days, and a portent of things to come.
When he was younger I used to tell Nathan stories. I don't do that anymore, but...
One day, about age 9, he came home and wanted to go to the library. This was not particularly unusual as we lived just down the street from the library. He returned after a while with all the books he could find on Indians.
"Did the teacher talk about Indians today/"
"Yes, how did you know?"
By morning he had read them all -- and could tell you the contents of each.
At a high school parent-teacher day I wandered into the school library and asked the librarian if she knew Nathan Lewis. "Tall, skinny kid who reads a lot?" That would be him.
Nathan now operates Computer Central here in Brazil. I've told many people that you will meet smarter men who know more about computers. But, you will have trouble finding that person in Brazil Indiana. It is not that he is all that brilliant. It's just that he seems to be able to remember everything as long as he needs to know it. The Indians he doesn't recall.
In my lifetime I have been many places, done and been many things, and met more people than anyone could remember. But, I have never met anyone like No. 2 son. Neither of us has ever determined whether that is good or bad.
When we first set up the business I introduced my "favorite son at home" at a Chamber of Commerce meeting. As I recall my introduction went something like: He is sometimes my boss, sometimes my partner, always my greatly loved son, and always one of my most trustworthy friends.
David L. Lewis is an observer of and sometimes commentator on life who may be reached via e-mail at firstname.lastname@example.org.
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