“I learned hard lessons in life; I had to because I had so much happen: My mother died my sophomore year in high school. The next year, same day, my brother dropped dead. Two years after that, I got married because my girlfriend got pregnant. The year after my wedding, my father - who I had only recently met - died.” YearsTwoHardHappensSchoolMotherNextFatherBrotherLessonsMetsMarriedHigh SchoolDiedGirlfriendMy BrotherTwo YearsLife LessonPregnantNext YearMy GirlfriendSophomoreMother DiedHard LessonsSophomore Year Book:I Ain't Scared of You: Bernie Mac on How Life Is Source: I Ain't Scared of You: Bernie Mac on How Life Is
“As a matter of fact, I decided in high school that I was going to go to the seminary. And I did study with the Paulist Fathers for two years after high school in full anticipation of becoming a priest.” YearsTwoMatterFactsSchoolFatherStudyBecomingHigh SchoolDecidedTwo YearsPriestsAnticipationMatter Of FactSeminaryAfter High School Author:Bob Gunton
“And my father left me a legacy of his handwriting through letters and a notebook. In the last two years of his life, when he was sick, he filled a notebook with his thoughts about me… There are times when I want to trade all those years that I was too busy to sit with my dad and chat with him, and trade all those years for one hug. But too late. But that's when I take out his letters and I read them, and the paper that touched his hand is in mine, and I feel connected to him.” WantFeelsYearsTwoHandsLastsFatherLeftMinesDadPaperLateLettersSickTradeFilledMy DadBusyConnectedLegacyToo LateTouchedTwo YearsHugNotebookToo BusyHandwriting Author:Lakshmi Pratury
“My father died when I was two years old. But my mother was quite capable. She raised three children with his war pension which was peanuts. Yet we did not want for anything. We grew up with a certain parsimony, which is a nice thing. Then if life gives you more good, otherwise you get used to. I'm still thrifty.” IfsWantGivingYearsChildrenStillsTwoWarUsedMotherCertainThreeFatherNiceGrewGrew UpCapableDiedRaisedTwo YearsNice ThingsPeanutsPensionFather DiedTwo Year OldsMy Father DiedThriftyParsimony Author:Giulio Andreotti
“I flew into a small airport surrounded by cornfields and pastures, ready to carry out the two commands my father had written out for me the night before I left Calcutta: Spend two years studying creative writing at the Iowa Writers Workshop, then come back home and marry the bridegroom he selected for me from our caste and class.” WritingYearsTwoHomeNightFatherLeftClassCreativeStudyWrittenReadyCommandTwo YearsAirportsCreative WritingFlewBack HomeSelectedWorkshopsIowaCastesCalcuttaPasturesBridegroomWriting Workshop Author:Bharati Mukherjee