BACK FROM THE FUTURE (PDF-1126)

I have an abiding memory as a young adult of when I would return home on occasion to visit my folks. I always wanted to show them how much I had changed and they seemed determined to prove to me that I was still the same old “Michael.” I can laugh at it now but it was no fun back then. Each time I came home I had changed some since I last had seen them, worked hard to achieve it, but they just could not (or would not, so I thought at the time) see it. And they sure knew how to get the worst out of me in the shortest amount of time. They had all my buttons down cold and seemed honor-bound to push each one of them. And when I finally flipped out and reverted to my previous behavior, they sure knew how to tell me “I told you so. Same old Michael!”