I am getting closer to #70 in September in Southern California. I ran with lots of Flower Power pushing me along as I commemorated the 50th anniversary of the Woodstock Music & Arts Festival this weekend. In doing so I earned this “groovy” 4″ VW bus medal. The colorful ribbon celebrates Peace, Love, Music, and Running, and it has an artificial sunflower attached! Bear with me as I share a short story about this time of my life, 50 years ago. Woodstock took place during the summer (August) that I was preparing to enter the U.S. Army (enlistment date was 15Nov69). I had not been attending my classes at the college, spending many days on the beach being a surf bum. I had dropped a difficult art history course in the spring and therefore dropped below 12 units, resulting in the loss of my student deferment. I became very draft-able.. I had lost my way in life.
Well, it all caught up with me. My low draft number (I think it was 119) earned me a guarantee that I would be drafted. I wanted some say in where I was going to go so I jumped in my VW Bug, with my surf board still attached to the top of my car, and went for a joy ride to visit recruiting offices.
The Navy and Air Force had waiting lists. The Army took me. I served the required six years of active duty and reserve duty. It changed my life.
When I returned after active duty, I reentered college (I left with a 1.89 GPA), and I recommitted myself, with some help, to making something of myself. From that point on, at both of my Universities, (earning a BA and a MA/MBA during a time when you REALLY had to earn your grades) I got nearly straight “A’s” and a couple of “C’s.” I found my calling with children as an educator and principal. I have loved just about every minute of my calling! I never made much money, but it has been an incredible journey filled with love, achievement and very special relationships with my students, my families and my staff.
I share this story, OFTEN, with my students. Most of us tend to find our way, but some do not. We need to be vigilant to stand by kids like me, who lose their way. Do not give up on them. Thank you Mom, Dr. Scavio (my friend and caring Professor), Grandma Munier and Jesus who all kept me on the straight and often narrow path during those formative years!
BTW: Today's race included a heavy rain shower during miles 10-12. I felt like I was back at Fort Ord running my Company to the rifle range..... not the best of memories.
