To Please My Father

Many of us are told from childhood that we must have goals. It does seem that growth and progress often come with setting, pursuing, and achieving goals. Pondering this one day, I asked myself what my goals really were.

Thinking back, I remembered goals I had set myself, sometimes consciously, sometimes unconsciously. An early, important one was to be the kind of person my dad expected me to be—no easy task, since he expected me to do everything a boy could and would do, and I happened to be a girl.

NEXT IN THIS ISSUE
Article
Sanctuary
December 27, 1975
Contents

We'd love to hear from you!

Easily submit your testimonies, articles, and poems online.

Submit