I still have the one letter that my dad sent me while I was in basic training for the Air Force. It was one of the few things he ever wrote -- Mom took care of most the correspondence in the family. Until then, I really didn't even know what his handwriting looked like.
But when I was in my darkest days, with training instructors looking for me to fail and every self-doubt in full bloom, this short letter from my dad wrote me sustained me. It kept me. It boosted my flagging spirits.
"Dear David. I am thinking of you and praying for you. I know it's very difficult but you are up to the challenge. You will be a great member of the U.S. Air Force and will serve our family name well. I am proud of you. Love, Dad."
That was it. But the envelope that that he sealed and the 21 cent stamp he stuck it have stayed with me all those years.
He cared.
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