As I was helping Mom clean out the attic I found something packed away in Dad’s foot locker. Sadly I will never know the real meaning…
Earlier this week I was helping Mom clean out some stuff that had been stored in her attic. It was tough for her especially when we came across things Dad had packed away.
For me, it was just a matter of dragging stuff out and separating things into piles for my sisters to go through or to go to Goodwill or to the trash.
Until that damned blue metal footlocker…
Nothing on the outside of this foot locker gave me a clue as to it’s contents. Mom said it was Dad’s foot locker from when he went to Clemson. It held various papers and even some text books.
Buried deep in the stuff was a football program from long ago from when I played football in high school. Which seemed really strange to me.
My parents were strongly opposed to me playing. They wanted me to be someone I wasn’t instead.
Some things about me have not changed over the years. If I want something, I will do everything I can to achieve my goal.
No matter how hard you make it for me, I am going to achieve my goals. What you want for me or who you think I should be does not matter to me as much as the goals and dreams I have.
Sometimes, it seemed my parents even did things to make it harder for me to succeed at football. Which is quite different from some of my team mates that talked about getting blessed out if they were not starters. Or didn’t play well.
So finding this old program buried in with Dad’s stuff blew my mind. I am sure the Rebel flag will offend someone but my high school mascot was the Rebels. I don’t even know if they still use it or are still called the Rebels.
I am sure if they do they strongly discourage the use of the Rebel flags since it is not politically correct.
Was Dad actually proud of me?
I will never know.
It isn’t like I was some super star All-American football player.
Heck, half way through my senior season I had lost interest in the game. I came close several times to turning my equipment in and walking away from something I had worked so hard at for a very long time.
But that is another story for another time.
I just wish I knew why that program was packed away in Dad’s foot locker…