Memorable moments.
Every now and then theres a moment that occurs in my life that I remember, a serene blissful moment that I just happen to remember for the rest of my life. Those moments seem to happen all the time with Ken (wing) my landlord. He puts so much effort into his friendships, I really appreciate what he's done for me. Today he gave me more driving lessons.
While turning the steering wheel I accidentally turned up the radio and an old song that my father use to listen to came on the radio, I could have cried. This was a moment I was supposed to spend with my real father teaching me to drive. Suddenly the words "the boy everyone gave up on" wouldn't quit echoing in my head. Ken is an old man but he has treated me like a son and its just so nice. I wish my real father could teach me to drive but I guess he doesn't care. Or the lack of his caring in the past has brought us to this moment.
I'm crying now, the only one who reads this thinks I cry too much but that's ok I like to cry. I feel human when I cry.
I don't want to say goodbye to Ken. I don't want to burn another bridge. I really just want to feel human again. Mike has shown me how to drive but no one has been as thorough as Ken has.
That song reminded me of coming home from fishing trips with my father, that song would play.
Here I am a 26 year old man (almost 27) without a drivers license. Which is my own fault, the lack of motivation in my life kept me from seeing the value in a drivers license and I probably still wouldn't yearn for one so much now if it wasn't for Mike and my real father explaining to me how important a drivers license is.
While turning the steering wheel I accidentally turned up the radio and an old song that my father use to listen to came on the radio, I could have cried. This was a moment I was supposed to spend with my real father teaching me to drive. Suddenly the words "the boy everyone gave up on" wouldn't quit echoing in my head. Ken is an old man but he has treated me like a son and its just so nice. I wish my real father could teach me to drive but I guess he doesn't care. Or the lack of his caring in the past has brought us to this moment.
I'm crying now, the only one who reads this thinks I cry too much but that's ok I like to cry. I feel human when I cry.
I don't want to say goodbye to Ken. I don't want to burn another bridge. I really just want to feel human again. Mike has shown me how to drive but no one has been as thorough as Ken has.
That song reminded me of coming home from fishing trips with my father, that song would play.
Here I am a 26 year old man (almost 27) without a drivers license. Which is my own fault, the lack of motivation in my life kept me from seeing the value in a drivers license and I probably still wouldn't yearn for one so much now if it wasn't for Mike and my real father explaining to me how important a drivers license is.