The year was 1982. We danced to Michael Jackson’s “Thriller” album and watched “E.T.” on the silver screen. John Belushi died and Prince William was born. We exercised to Jane Fonda video tapes and never missed watching “Dynasty” on TV. Gas cost 91 cents a gallon and a stamp two dimes. We were spooked by the Tylenol scare and held our breath as the recession began.
It was a year of promise and pain, of sweetness and sorrow.
But it was OUR year.
Frank (Yearbook post/1982)
Gina, to a really neat girl I’ve known for awhile now. I
thank you and the others for trying to keep me awake Period 6. I also enjoyed
the friendship we had in calc. You’re a very special person and I wish the best
to you in everything you do. Love, Frank
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4/11/12
Frank was forever falling asleep in class. But I would, too,
if I were stocking grocery store shelves until 2 in the morning. By the time he
got home it was almost time to get back up. School started at 7:40. But Frank’s
family needed the money. He never talked about his dad and I got the feeling
that he left when Frank was really young.
His mom worked at the mini mart in town during the day and
cleaned office buildings at night. He had three sisters who weren’t old enough
to work. He told me one time how embarrassed he was that his family got food
stamps and that he qualified for a reduced lunch at school. He hated being
poor.
I was so happy that he got a college scholarship. Actually,
he was offered several. Despite falling asleep and not doing his homework half
the time he was one of the smartest kids in our class. In fact, he was nudged
out by Brad for salutatorian by tenths of a point.
Frank decided to attend the local university so he could
continue to help out at home. He was one of those kids who you never felt got a
break. But that changed in college. A professor took him under his wing and
mentored him. I guess he saw potential in Frank and wanted to help him. Turned
out that Frank earned his undergrad in business and went on to get his MBA.
He’s doing quite well from what Mom tells me. And she sent
me a newspaper clipping of Frank starting a program in our high school for kids
interested in business. He got other business leaders in the community to help
mentor the kids. The students set up a store in the school and were learning
the ins and outs of running a business.
And all this from a kid I constantly had to nudge to wake up
in calc class. It makes me smile.
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Thanks for sharing Frank's story. It's an inspiring one.
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