I was twenty and ready to leave my safe little cocoon in Iowa.
I didn't know what I was doing
not really .....
But I thought I did.
Because when you're young
I had sold everything I owned
except what could fit in one suitcase.
I didn't need "things."
I sat in the living room with my parents and told them.
"I'm leaving, on a jet plane,
don't know when I'll be back again."
"Headed to San Francisco....got San Francisco on my mind."
"And ... going to save the world."
"Because I know I can."
My mother is crying.
There is a silence, a deafening-silence.
Then my father spoke. He said -
"I'm disappointed in you."
My heart. Oh, my heart! Just like a dagger had been thrust into it and twisted.
They took me to the airport. Mom had a brave face. Dad was quiet.
When the plane came he hugged me tightly and whispered in my ear.
"Remember, honey,... you always have a home to come home to."
I felt my heart mending, melting together in my father's love for me.
And I never forgot those words.