Here’s the story behind my first Life’s Experiments postcard, a new project in which readers send in postcards to celebrate their courage in going out of their comfort zones. (See the postcard.)
My Tricky Teenage Son
Less than 24 hours after I published my very first blog post, I squealed with delight when I checked in and saw the notification.
“I got a comment!” I shouted to my family, who were all involved in their own electronic pursuits in our computer room. I had put something out into the world, and the world had replied back.
Only, the world hadn’t actually replied back. I was immediately suspicious, or as close as you can get to immediate suspicion after you have squealed with delight. The comment was from “Alan,” and it seemed too goody two-shoes to be true.
My son David’s middle name is Allen, and he met my gaze with a poker face.
“Did you send it?” I demanded.
After some denials, I learned that, yes, I had been punked by my older son.
So, almost two years later, it seems fitting that David made my first “Life’s Experiments” postcard. His lingering guilt over his trick combined with his feeling sorry for me as I came back empty-handed from the mailbox each day for a month got me my first postcard. Score!
I debated whether I could count it as my first postcard for this new project.
It’s for real, even if it’s from family. He definitely went out of his comfort zone when he agreed to knock on doors to canvass for the Democrats. I am very proud of him!
David, ready to get dropped off to canvass the streets for a cause
Whose postcard will be in my mailbox next? It could be yours! (Mailing directions)
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