A GRANDFATHER -
WHO WAS A TEACHER
It’s morning. It’s on the road. A first year high school kid says to his grandfather who drives him back and forth to high school each day, “Grandpa why do I have to go to school every day?”
“Hey, I don’t mind driving you back and forth to school every
day. Your mom has to get into work early
– and your dad is back in Iraq.”
“Grandpa, I just find school so boring – boring - boring.
I’m not a starter on any of our teams and we never win anyway. I hate sitting
there in a classroom day after day after day – and I’m not the type who makes
the National Honor Society and all that.”
[Fast forward]
It’s afternoon. It’s on the road. That same grandson –
says to his grandfather, “Hey! Where we going?”
“You’ll see.”
“Hey! Why are we turning in here?”
“You’ll see.”
“Oooh. It’s ugly in here.”
They stop the car and his grandpa says, “Get the hammer,
the big screwdriver and the crowbar I have waiting for you in the trunk.”
“What’s a crowbar?”
“You’ll see.”
His grandfather pops the trunk.”
“The crowbar is right there next to the hammer and the
big screw driver.”
Grandpa says, “Follow me.”
They sludge their way through the garbage till they get to
an old computer in a pile of old junk.
“Grab that computer,” his grandfather says, “and bring it
over here.”
The kid does it.
“Now take the hammer and the screwdriver and crowbar and
open up the computer till you see its guts.”
The kid can’t do it.
The grandfather takes the screwdriver – forces it into an
edge – hammers the top of the screwdriver – and then takes the crowbar and
opens up the computer.
“Wow the kid says, ‘I can see its guts.’”
The grandfather stands there.
“Grandpa what are you trying to teach me here?”
“Look at all these wires inside the works here. This is
not spaghetti. This stuff just didn’t happen to come together and bingo we have
a computer. Someone had to go to school
to put all this together. Someone had to create all these electronic games I
see you playing all the time.”
[Silence]
“Good,” said grandpa, “I can tell by your face you got
it.”
“Now let’s get home – so you can do your homework. And watch out where you’re walking – I just
cleaned the rugs in my car after I dropped you off this morning.”
[Silence]
The kid was quiet all the way home.
“Grandpa, one question, I gotta ask: How did you know about that garbage dump?”
“I used to work there.”
© Andy Costello,
Reflections 2014
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