Never be afraid to get dirty, but be sufficiently sure-footed to avoid the abyss of contamination.

The Visit

It was an October afternoon during my first semester in college. I had started sweating profusely and was running a fever. I climbed up into the top bunk and lay there. My parents called later that evening, and I told them I wasn’t feeling well. 

Dad drove to Ithaca the next morning. I don’t know what he was thinking during the four hour drive (with him behind the wheel, it was probably closer to three), but I know what my roommate said about it:

He must really care about you.

Dad took me to Gannett, and once I received a prescription, he took me to a pharmacy he had researched online. Dad had done his homework. We raided the aisles and got every possible medicine I would never need.

On the way back into the dorms, we ran into A. She told Dad what a “trouble maker” I was, and Dad laughed before engaging in casual banter. A later told me how “cool” he was.

Dad drove back that evening. Before embarking on his four three hour drive to Jersey, he gave me a big hug and kiss. While I was still running a fever, I felt a lot better.


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