A LIFE WELL-LIVED...

GRADE SCHOOL Apprehensive.. Here's Why

The year was 1968. My brother who started college in 1962, taking up Architecture, normally would have been gainfully employed a couple of years by now. But nothing was normal, normal in the family. My father who was orphaned when he was just a toddler was so trusting and even naive. At that time when there were not as many degree holders as there are now, there were already several signs hanging from windows: Architect, Civil Engineer, Attorney at Law, Certified Public Accountant, not just the abbreviated CPA... and maybe a dozen more. I remembered him saying, hanging one soon. My father and my full-time home-maker mother had the highest expectations from my brother. I can't even begin to imagine how disappointed they were when they realized they were banking on wrong account. While they were disappointed, I was devastated to say the least, and years later, it cascaded to my younger brother, who was hit the hardest. This family misfortune was already public knowledge for a time before my poor parents came to their senses and end their denial.