Posted on 08/03/2009 6:45:00 PM PDT by franksolich
The summer I was a sophomore, about to become a junior, in college, one day I was sitting by myself in the "gun room" of a wholesale hardware dealership, looking out the window at the moving-van company across the street.
I was nineteen years old, and thinking about the future.
I liked the wholesale hardware business, and I liked what I was doing, but I quite reasonably assumed that by the time I would be in my mid-20s, tracking firearms was not going to interest me as much as it presently did.
Until then, I had been pretty laid-back and nonchalant about the future, taking whatever came my way, but the recent graduations and departures of the two oldest roommates, forced me to give the future more thought than I had.
I was "on track," academically, but what else did I have to do, to get ahead in the world?
Being deaf, there were bound to be certain, uh, obstacles, but I couldn't do anything about that. Excresence happens. One accepts, adapts, and moves on. And so I was more interested in things I could change, than in things I couldn't.
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Ping for the list; the bigger news is that I’ve been ill, as described in the thread “a word about Frank” in the same forum as this. It’s been a harrowing experience, and I don’t want to go through it again. It was like, really bad.
I wondered it the rise of the Internet, especially forums, has helped?
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