Tomorrow I set out on a journey that I originally made
nearly three years ago. In 2009 I was
selected for Officer Candidate School, drove from Washington to Newport, R.I.,
and was subsequently injured during training.
They disenrolled me from the program and sent me back to the fleet. It was a huge emotional letdown for me.
Two years later I was selected for a commission a second
time. This time through the Limited Duty
Officer program. I am heading to Newport
again but for a different school and under different circumstances. I am looking forward to the trip for several reasons. First, I am planning to make a pit stop in
Missouri to see my grandparents, all of whom are getting older and it is
important for me to take the opportunity to see them when I get the chance. I am also excited to see my niece, Macy
Painter, who is two years old and who I have never met. It will be nice to see other folks also but
those are the big reasons for hitting Missouri.
I have always enjoyed traveling on the open road. Yes, driving across the entire country is a
daunting task. Sitting in the car for that
many hours can be physically and mentally taxing. I have my iPod loaded with audio books and I
have a camera to stop and take pictures every so often. I think that this journey will be good for me
and help me to reset myself. I am also
excited about the school in Rhode Island and the opportunity to meet new people
who are going through the same process of becoming a new officer.
So perhaps you can keep me in your prayers as I journey
across the country.
I also had an interesting moment this morning when I was
thinking about how old I am now (34) and started thinking about what my own
father was doing at this point in time in his life. He was my age in 1990. He had five children compared to my two. It was right around that time that he lost
his leg in an accident on the farm. In
my mind my father is always older and wiser than I will ever be and yet I
realize that when he was my same age he probably had many of the same worries
and concerns that I do and that he always had a lot of additional stresses in
his life. As children we think that our
parents are so experienced and that they have all the answers. As I think about myself and the struggles I
have as a parent, a husband, and as a human being, I discover that I gain a new
respect for my father. Not because he
actually had all the answers but because I realize more and more that he is
human and he must have struggled the same way that I do. Perhaps not with the exact same issues but in
the sense that all men struggle. I am
certain my mother was the same but it is easier for me to identify with my
father since we are both men and husbands and fathers.
As I age I begin to compare myself to my father more often,
looking at milestone moments in our lives.
When my father was 34, I was 12.
My son is only 8 and I look at him as though he is growing too fast and
I don’t know where the years have disappeared to. I wonder if my father had those same thoughts
as he looked at me. Did he compare
himself to his father?
I don’t consider myself to be old and I believe I have many
years left in me. Growing older does
cause me to reflect more often on the person I have become in relation to both
the person I thought I would be and the person I want to be. The journey is one filled with the
unexpected.


