MARY’S LETTER TO HER SCIENCE TEACHER
~ Foreword ~
Thank you, Joel Turtel. This is the finest commentary on the American FED-ucation system I have ever read. Maybe the rest of us should follow this lesson. Do you want better for your children and grandchildren? Then this is one place, that YOU can make a difference! Start by going to the local school board meetings, then run for a seat on that board. Let’s take OUR schools back – then we have a chance with the country. (JB)
“Daddy?,” said the beautiful, ten-year-old girl to her father.
Her father, Josh Hanlan, sat in front of his computer, studying complex engineering designs on the screen. He didn’t seem to hear his daughter.
Mary Hanlan knew how engrossed her father got when he was working, and smiled adoringly at his handsome face peering intently at the computer, clicking his mouse furiously, while his brows furrowed in concentration. She knew she had to use her ingenuity to get his attention, and it had become a game between them on how she did this. She went alongside him and tickled his left ear lightly with the feather. Josh waved his hand next to his ear, as if swatting away an annoying fly. Mary giggled and tickled his ear again while she said “Daddy” again, this time more insistently. Finally, her father turned in his chair and noticed his daughter standing there.
“Hello, sweetheart,” he said, as he smiled with delight on seeing his daughter. I didn’t notice you. I’m working on the designs of the new engine for my company. You want to see what it looks like so far, honey?”
Mary loved that her father shared his work with her, shared his love of science and engineering. It was what got Mary fascinated with science since she was three years old, sitting on her father’s lap in front of the computer screen, while he let her click the mouse as he was designing. But she didn’t have time to do that now.
“No Daddy, I have to talk to you about something first,” she said.
“O.K. sweetheart, what is it?,” he said, as he turned around in his chair and gave her his full attention. Mary loved her father’s kind, bright, playful brown eyes. “By the way,” he said, “how come you’re home in the middle of the morning? Shouldn’t you be in school?”
Beginning in late March of 2011, on my daily internet broadcast, Life, Liberty & All That Jazz, I was privileged to introduce to my audience, a friend of 16 years, who has a unique knowledge – one which needed to be shared with a wide-ranging audience.
