Many years ago when I was in school and those were the good old days, as I remember I was never very fast to catch on. There were several of my subjects that just stumbled through. And as time passed my grades began to get worse. Being slow to learn, if I missed the first part of the lesson then the next day's lesson didn't make sense, so on it went until test time. And, I began to make a list of "F"s. But somehow I made it through my seventh, eighth and ninth grades but receiving only a few credits. By that time I began to have a lot of fun with some of the boys in my class "goofin' off." Reaching my sophomore year, I completely lost interest in my grades. Looking around I saw some of the older boys quitting school. So, I thought that's was what I would do. Just hang in there until I was 16 years old and then I could quit. Little did I know God had other plans fr my education.
My mother was an old fashioned, God fearing, praying Christian.
In the past, when I brought home my report card, she would look at it and frown and shake her head. Id dn't think she cared that much.
My mother's nature was not to criticize anyone. But one day in the fall, I brought home my report card and laid it down on the kitchen table. Mom was there, fixing supper. She picked up the report card, looked at it, then looking at me, with a frown on her face, she said, "Dixie Lee (that's what she called me when she really wanted my attention,) you need to pass your grades. You need to get your diploma."
I just said, "Yeah" and turned and walked into the dining room. I had heard the same thing from different ones in the past but I didn't care.
About 30 seconds passed and then, here came my mother.
She put her arm around my shoulder, looked me right in the eye and said, "Honey, I do love you and I want you to do well and have a good life."
That's when I changed my attitude.
It wasn't just what she said that changed my mind. When I saw those big tears rolling down her cheeks, I knew for usre right then and there I was going to graduate from high school.
Even now, when I tell that story, I shed some tears.
So, boys and girls, never think your parents don't care. Don't break their hearts. Graduate.