Well, by virtue of what I heard today at the other end of my phone, I have fulfilled one of my chief goals as a parent; that of making my child think, "when I grow up, I wanna be JUST LIKE MY DAD!" I was explaining to my oldest daughter, who is now 11, that the kids in Korea go to school six days a week, sometimes until 10:00 or 11:00 at night, to which she replied, "man, that's BRUTAL! I'll wait until after I'm out of college to go overseas!" or something to that effect. But the message was clear, despite the fact that she didn't say it in so many words. (You'd have to know this girl to really understand that part of it.) She was proud of her dad. And maybe someday, she really WILL teach in another country. It doesn't matter if it's Korea, I'd prefer she stay the hell out of the Middle East, but if she has the fire now, nothing makes me happier. Being a parent is always a lot to live up to, no matter who you are, or what your situation is. Them being proud of me vindicates me, and makes all my hard work mean just a little more. Even the fact that I was rousted out of bed when the phone rang at 7:00 this morning, after only a few hours sleep because Korea Soccer was playing again, and tied France, and thus still moves on, is just fine with me. Gads, did I just say that?