When I was born, and even before that, in my mother’s womb, I began to learn. Later on, I would enter the hallowed halls of Lee Junior High School (which, at the time, went from kindergarten to the ninth grade) and begin my formal education.
In the process of learning the three R’s (Reading – which I had learned from my mother before, Riting and Rithmetic) as my formal education, I also received schooling in how to behave away from home and in a controlled environment. The only training I had with people outside the family at the time had been going to the store and to church. In these environments, though, my parents were there to help control how I acted and I knew that I better not act up.
Although my formal education ended with getting that coveted diploma from Florida State University, I have never ceased to learn. Although some people who may know me will tell you that a good deal of my learning (and they may be right) comes from an undying passion books for books, I will tell you that life has been my greatest instructor.
When you are being taught my life, it can be a harsh taskmaster, letting you learn through making mistakes, and having to correct them time and time again; making a fool of yourself; embarrassing and hurting yourself or embarrassing and hurting others; and putting you in positions where you have to take a hard emotional beating. Other times, however, there are the moments when you realize something almost immediately and said “Eureka” or, more often than not, “ah.”
I keep living and I keep learning. Every day, my education grows as I learn new things either on purpose or through life. God is always there with me to help me learn and, when it hurts, to help put salve on the wounds.