From The Storyteller
January 28, 2019 Waiting
He is almost jumping out of his skin with anticipation. My grandson, having recently completed his time with the Navy, has been hunting for a “real” job for the past three months. The part-time fill in stuff, and 40 job applications, ultimately netted him three interviews and two confirmed offers within the past few days. I’m watching him update my computer (Navy IT training) as he waits to find out about the third interview, because it’s the position he really wants. They’ll let him know today, one way or the other.
I can feel his tension first hand. I’m actually reliving the feelings I had as I waited to hear if I got the “job” after graduating law school. My heart pounding, my palms sweating, staring at the unopened letter that just arrived (no phone notice here), hoping and praying it would be a yes.
The call happens about three in the afternoon, and my grandson had nailed it. The flow of relief in his voice, and the tone of excitement about his new position can’t be faked. He tells me he needs a ride the next morning so he can complete the paper work and wondered if I could help him. The agreed pick up time is 7:15 a.m., and then he is off to share his news with others.
My letter? It also contained a "yes". Today my grandson and I share that flood of relief and a huge wave of excitement. His first hand, and mine flowing out relived memories. The two of us experience a million feelings that are bundled up and springing out of two yesses forty seven years apart.
Moral: Great feelings, under the right circumstances, can be experienced more than once.