“Keith needs help with his tuition and I don’t want him to drop out. He might never go back.”
I was too choked up to speak when she walked into my bedroom and sat down on my bed. She started to tell me about the money.
Through my tears, I hugged her tightly and told her that I loved her but that I didn’t need her money.
I made a solemn promise to her that day that I would continue to work and finish college, regardless of how long it might take.
Eight years later, when I finally graduated with a four-year degree, she was the proudest person there.
Keith Kappes is a columnist for The Morehead (Ky.) News. Contact him at firstname.lastname@example.org.