SCOTT O.
You know, I have thought about what I would write for my story for a long time. And I guess this story really brings home who I am, and what I am. My grandfather died when I was 6 months old, so I never really knew him. My dad has told me stories over the years, but a couple of comments are really all I remember. You see I was born at 9:02 p.m., and weighed in at 9 lbs. 2 oz. My grandfather at that time said, "It’s a d **n good thing the boy wasn’t born at 12:00, he might have weighed 12 lbs. The other comment that really stands out is one day he was feeding me, and made the observation that I would eat the glass jar the baby food came in if he would feed it to me. So I guess I have been a big eater and a big boy for all of my 48 years on this rock we call home. So that’s who I am, but some day…………..
