Monday, May 16, 2016

27. Nothing to Prove, Something to Celebrate
After the movie, Mikey and Sheila listened to the message. Mikey’s dad didn’t really want anything, except to call Mikey an ungrateful brat who owed his success to his old man pushing him.  With a mug like his, Mikey ought to be glad he was pushed, ‘cause he wasn’t going anywhere on his looks.  And where had he gone?  He was the principal of a junior high school full of rich snots.  If Mikey had listened, he’d have twenty years in the Army by now and a nice military pension.  But no, Mikey had to go to some candy-ass college and get a teaching degree.

"He'll never admit he was wrong, that I made I made something of myself," Mikey said, staring at the floor.

Sheila put his arm around him and said, “Proving someone wrong, and having them admit they were wrong? Two very different things. You know what you've accomplished.  Celebrate that. Don't waste time proving what you know to be true."

Today I will celebrate my accomplishments, whether others recognize them or not. 

Mikey, Repulsive, and Repugnant (c) 2016 by Ken Montrose

Mikey, Repulsive, and Repugnant is a work of fiction.  Any resemblance between the characters and anyone you might know is purely coincidental.

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