Friday, May 15, 2009
"Dancing Lessons From God", Part 20
Looking back, I really enjoyed Head Start. It’s one thing that the army does really well for its soldiers overseas, helping them get acclimated and acquainted with their new country. Many soldiers take it for granted that they get to and live in Europe for a couple years on the government’s nickel but not me. I was in for the whole deal, as much as I could possibly suck out of the experience. As much as I hated the life I had before I joined the army and came to Europe, I’ve often thought that my constant failures and lack of direction were the best things that could have happened to me because they made me appreciate my new life and opportunities that much more. Compared to my old life, my new life was fun and exciting, there was no routine, there was always something to do, something new to learn, something new to experience and discover, some new adventure to be had. Things weren’t always easy or fun but one thing was for sure; they never got boring. After the life that I had come from, that was the best thing I could have asked for. And so, while most of the people in my class treated Head Start like it was nothing more than some high school course that they were forced to attend in order to graduate, I viewed it as an initiation into a new life.