I recently attended the high school graduation of my No. 1 godchild. It was a day about which we’d all long dreamed.
All signs indicated that she had completed her classes and assignments even if that took a couple of all-nighters on the part of her parents to achieve. Now the reward was at hand. She would walk down the carpeted path to a diploma, the key that would open the door to her future.
The ending of No. 1’s high school career had already had a rocky moment. Her memories in her senior yearbook had been inadvertently omitted. But