Teenagers, along with two-year-olds, can be among the most self-centered creatures on the planet, and as I struggled to adapt to a new, very different school, I undoubtedly thought that my ordeal was the most important event in our family, and maybe even our small town. I updated my mother each day with all the details of what happened, who said what, and what I thought about it all. She listened patiently, to her credit, and I would often give a summary of what I had told her at the dinner table, so my father and siblings could also be enlightened.
Since he was serving in a fairly high position on one of the stock exchanges, he was especially interested in what I was studying in Economics, and when my teacher found out what he did, she asked if he might be able to come in and give a talk to the class. When I look back now, I know he was very busy with a huge project at the stock exchange, but he agreed to come in, even though it meant he probably would have to go in to work late that day, and the buses from where we lived in New Jersey to Manhattan ran much less frequently later on.
However, he appeared on the agreed upon date and gave a talk which I don't remember at all, except that I'm sure he had one of his standard quips and probably most of the class didn't understand much of what he said. Nevertheless, I remember being very proud to be his daughter; he was a good looking man who spoke with an air of authority as well as a sense of humor. I imagine I thanked him, but I realize better now that it was a significant sacrifice for him to take the time to write the talk and give it. I took it for granted then, but I am thankful that he demonstrated his love for me in deeds, even if I am only understanding it now.