Who’s Jack?

I started writing these letters to “Jack” my Freshmen year in college in my hand-written journals, which I continue to do.  To be perfectly honest, I didn’t really know who Jack was/is.  I think the idea of keeping a diary was too feminine, and so letters to make believe people seemed at the time a much better idea.

Now I think Jack is a singular expression of my future children.  I write to him/them as I age through the years, hoping maybe someday they’ll read what I was thinking/experiencing when I was their age.  Maybe they’ll laugh at my idea of even keeping a written record of my thoughts and foolishly hoping they’d find it interesting.

But maybe though, and this is what I pray, they’ll see that their father is human, that he viewed life as a life-long learning lesson, and that the only way we can ever progress in life is if we stop and learn along the way.