Mark is home, CrazyDog is now happy, and all is well. :)
I was shamelessly lazy yesterday, I didn't leave the house. Craig told me to take the day off, that they could handle the business and that's exactly what I did. Isn't he the best son ever?
Mark came home excited and eager to get his new career started, and I couldn't be more proud of him. For him, sales is a huge undertaking, he has never done anything of the sort, and when I met him, he wouldn't have even considered such a thing. I am oozing with pride for him this morning, if you all knew him, you would know what I am talking about. He comes from a very solid, hard working family. He knows and understands the value of a dollar, and has worked hard all of his life. When we met, he worked in a factory, and made good money, but hated every second of his job. He never complained, he's just not built that way, but he didn't understand my interest in taking chances with my job life, such as selling cars, etc. I will never forget a conversation that we had before we were married, or even engaged. He told me that he would never, EVER be more than what he is, a factory worker, and a not very smart one at that. He said that his job future was limited by the lack of intelligence that he had. I was blown away - as Mark is a very, very smart man. I told him that I was perfectly fine with anything he chose to do, as he had to be the one that was happy with his job choice, not me. But then I told him that he was way smarter than he knew, and I asked him why on earth did he not already know that? I told him that at his young age back then, (28), he could still do anything on this earth that he wanted to. A-N-Y-T-H-I-N-G. He looked at me like I had two heads, and I silently swore at his mother for never bothering to tell him that when he was young. After much conversation, it came out that he had always wanted to go to college, and I told him that he should do just that. Well, he did do just that. He enrolled in a pricey-private school, and the factory that he worked for picked up the tab. Twelve thousand dollars a year, if I remember correctly, for part time attendance. It was the hardest SEVEN years of his life. Yes, I said SEVEN long years. We have always lived in a small town in the southern part of the state,because I was unwilling to uproot my kids again, and he had to drive more than an hour to his job. Then after work, he would drive for another hour in a different direction to school. He would leave for work about three-thirty am. AM! And then get off of work, drive to school, that usually began between 6-7 pm. Then drive home, arriving most nights around midnight. Then he would get up and go to work again at three thirty the next morning. On the evenings that he had no class, he would be sitting in front of the computer for hours, typing out another paper that was due. He now has a bachelors degree in business administration, with a minor in accounting. I could not have been prouder of him, not even if he was my own child. I saw the determination, the desire, and the sheer willpower that it took for him to finish. The funny part is, I have always been the one that folks thought of as the STRONG one in this relationship, and there is no way on God's Green Earth that I could have done what he did. Not even if my life depended on it. Oh, and I should tell you, he maintained at least a 3.5 grade average each and every year. He worked at that factory for another two years, as he had to to keep them from coming back at him for the money they spent on his college degree, and let me tell you it was ALOT. Then as soon as he could, he took the opportunity to leave and acquire a couple of years experience running the ice cream store, to further along his experience for the someday, should he need it. And that time has come. I want him to be so successful, he can't stand himself. Not because of the money, although we all know that's helpful in every way, but because I want him to see that he can. He just CAN. Mark has more integrity in his little finger than most of us would ever have in our whole bodies. I am proud of him, I LIKE him, as well as love him.
I hope I haven't bored you all too much, but sometimes these things just need to be said. So, please wish him well. I certainly do. :)