My Testimony: The House

[Susannah]

My Son’s Dream . . .
I was a single parent back in the seventies. When my son Karl was eight years old they started bussing him to a school in the Berkeley hills. Here Karl discovered the middle class lifestyle and he fell in love. He said, “Middle class people own homes. Why don’t we buy the lot next door and build a house. It will be a good investment.” If this sounds strange coming from a child it is because my son is exceptionally bright. When tested, he went off the chart in one category. I asked someone what this meant in terms of his future. I said, “What can he do with that IQ? ” The counselor said, “Anything he wants.”
The day my son approached me with his idea, briefcase in hand, I told him that we were on welfare and did not have enough money. The truth was I did not share his dream. Renting an apartment seemed good enough for me. This was 41 years ago.
Karl had a difficult childhood because of my alcoholism and being bullied at school, but he never gave up on his...

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[stovebolts]

I am so happy for you and Karl! He is lucky to have a Mother who lives him like you do!