When life hands you lemons, just look to those being pelted with stones.
It's quite disheartening to realize that, after nearly four years of post-high school life, you really haven't accomplished all that much, or succeeded in ways that you had hoped. So it's always a nice morale booster to learn that people from your past are worse off than you. I mean, what's better than basking in the misfortune of others? (Kidding! ...sort of.)
I learned a while back that the kid that lived two houses down from me in my old hometown was tried on four separate counts of arson. Now he'll have seventeen months of alone time to find a new hobby, other than setting things ablaze. I found this rather humorous, yet sadly unsurprising. Everyone in our neighborhood knew he was a little bastard, except his own parents (that's the way it goes). We always joked that he would probably grow up to be a criminal someday. Who knew he would actually live up to it? Even more ironic is the fact that he is..eh, was employed by the fire department. A fine model for future firefighters, no doubt.
So, I may not be a family success story, but at least I didn't grow up to be an arsonist. That must count for something, right?
I learned a while back that the kid that lived two houses down from me in my old hometown was tried on four separate counts of arson. Now he'll have seventeen months of alone time to find a new hobby, other than setting things ablaze. I found this rather humorous, yet sadly unsurprising. Everyone in our neighborhood knew he was a little bastard, except his own parents (that's the way it goes). We always joked that he would probably grow up to be a criminal someday. Who knew he would actually live up to it? Even more ironic is the fact that he is..eh, was employed by the fire department. A fine model for future firefighters, no doubt.
So, I may not be a family success story, but at least I didn't grow up to be an arsonist. That must count for something, right?