I had the extreme good fortune to accompany my daughter as she delivered the Keynote speech for the graduating class of the occupational therapy department of the University of Illinois Chicago campus.
My daughter graduated as an O.T. from the very same program almost 10 years ago, and had been brought on as an adjunct professor, so she had actually lectured for many of these students... and they asked her to address this year's graduating class. It's quite an honour.
I sat in the audience as my daughter regaled the graduates with stories of her struggles with class, and employment afterward. In the very same room where she sat and listened to some keynote speaker, whom she no longer remembers, almost a decade ago.
She talked a little about her tenure at the Rehabilitation Institute of Chicago, and then with Shriner's Hospital. She talked about how noble a profession this was, and how they help people live their lives to the maxium they can achieve.
It was so clear to hear the pride she had in the new graduating class... and her chosen profession, and as her father, it filled my heart with pride to hear that pride in her voice. We'd raised a wonderful young woman.
Excuse me... I have to go get some Kleenex.