Learning to type
This is a personal story, not a poker story.
When I was in the 7th grade I had to get a permission slip signed to sign up for an elective wood shop the next year. My dad looked at the slip and saw one of the options was to take typing. "You already know how to cut a 2x4, you're going to take typing", he said.
I didn't want to take typing. All the boys were taking wood shop. I went nuts. He was adament however.
Later he explained why.
In late 1944 he was assigned to a newly formed replacement company at Camp Lee, New Jersey. It was just a collection of bodies who were going to be sent to Europe one at a time. He was the only guy in the company who knew how to type. So he was made company clerk.
That means he was they guy who typed up the individual orders. The 1st Sgt told him that when he got to his name on the list to just skip it, because they needed a company clerk.
He figures knowing how to type saved his life. He finially went to Europe in late 1945 and managed an EM club in Germany. That's where he meet my mother, who thought it was a good idea to get to know soldiers who had access to free food (food was very scarce in post war Germany).
So he made sure I learned how to type.
When I was in the 7th grade I had to get a permission slip signed to sign up for an elective wood shop the next year. My dad looked at the slip and saw one of the options was to take typing. "You already know how to cut a 2x4, you're going to take typing", he said.
I didn't want to take typing. All the boys were taking wood shop. I went nuts. He was adament however.
Later he explained why.
In late 1944 he was assigned to a newly formed replacement company at Camp Lee, New Jersey. It was just a collection of bodies who were going to be sent to Europe one at a time. He was the only guy in the company who knew how to type. So he was made company clerk.
That means he was they guy who typed up the individual orders. The 1st Sgt told him that when he got to his name on the list to just skip it, because they needed a company clerk.
He figures knowing how to type saved his life. He finially went to Europe in late 1945 and managed an EM club in Germany. That's where he meet my mother, who thought it was a good idea to get to know soldiers who had access to free food (food was very scarce in post war Germany).
So he made sure I learned how to type.
posted by Gary Carson at 11:37 AM
1 Comments:
It's funny how small decisions seem to infuluence our life down the road. You may have never written this blog if your father hadn't learned to type. Or perhaps an invisible power nudged your father towards typing to ensure that you would get your chance at life. At any rate always cherish the small things in life because they end up having a grander purpose.
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