My daughter won a contest. She wouldn't think of it that way and maybe I shouldn't either, but while I'm riding a train into the heart of "the most powerful city in the world - just ask anyone who works there" she's on a cruise ship plying the incredible waters of the Caribbean. I'm color blind and still think it's the most beautiful water in the world. (Of course, I haven't been to the South Pacific yet.)
See what I mean? She's a winner.
Her brothers spent yesterday shopping for school supplies. I'm sure they think I'm a winner (graduated – yah for me!) but I've got to say, the hours are much better for school and they are not taking into account the fact that on their vacation day of shopping, I was at work. My daughter was blissfully unaware, sailing as she was.
Don't ask me how I feel about her traveling outside the country without me. You'll get a rambling inconclusive answer and I'll get an ulcer. It isn't about trust - she's going with the right sort of people. It's about how long it would take me to get to Nassau to start looking for the malefactors that took her. I'd lose the critical window in travel time.
But that's just the ramblings of a career spent being paranoid so other people don't have to be. She's going to have a wonderful time and while to her it's just really cool that her friend invited her on the cruise, to the rest of us, she's a winner.
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