1961 was truly the worst year of my grammar school career at St. Joseph and St. Anne. While sixth grade was rough it was fourth grade that is the year I remember as being the most difficult year. The details are spelled out in my autobiography, Glimpses of God, published by Publish Ameica. My website publicizing the book is here : http://mjsglimpses.orgfree.com/index.htm
The point I am making here is, if this was my hardest year, the year that caused the most scars, why do I king of look back at it with a fondness?
Sunday, September 4, 2011
Thursday, January 13, 2011
Senior ID Card
It's another Friday night and here I sit listening to music and thinking about my past and writing a blog entry that no one will ever read. I look a the boy the boy in the picture and wonderif he knew what life was going to be like if he would have bothered. I am tired, bone tired. I work and work and it does not seem to matter if I am honest, if I work hard, nothing ever comes of it. Tonight I am feeling sorry for myself and I don't care who knows it.
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