An Observation of Old School and How My Future Could Never Be What I Learned

When I was growing up, I listened to older people who worked for companies that promised people of every race and culture to take care of them for life in exchange for their regularly scheduled servitude (ie, work week).

For example, Inland Steel. Inland Steel was a major steel mill that promised domestic hope for quality of life to people who signed their lives over to the care of such in exchange for skilled labor and life time. And at the end of their useful years, these servants would get a pension to live out their remaining days in comfort as best as possible. Is was a system that worked well for many.

When I was growing up, I had aspirations to find a company to turn my life over to. Inland Steel was born in 1893. My schooling years were between 1980-1993. Had I the luxury of going to college, staying the course and graduating, that would have been around 1998, the year inland steel died. But that's not how life turned out for me.

Looking back, I learned something that no amount of continuing education could have ever taught me. I'm OK with that. I am who I am. Such is my lot in life.

Oh, what did it teach me? There is no such thing as a solitary race known as privileged white people. Doesn't matter what equal opportunity label one comes from, success and mastery in this life is truly an independent, individual, solitary making and the color of my skin is no excuse for my willful failures. I am no better than anybody or any other two-legged oxygen breather on this planet. If I really want something bad enough, I and only I have to get it myself. Otherwise, I can keep buying those lottery tickets and claiming the falses and what doesn't come through wishing and dreaming.

Everything I touch turns to whatever I want it to, not what anyone else wants me to want it to.

By way of miracles I am grateful to have become an exception to the rule of life and not a limit.