My parent(s) wanted me to become a contributing member of society. They were hardworking rural people who had dreams that their three smart girls would go on to bigger and better things and still remain kind and giving. Our mother had a business education and a career. She insisted on good study habits, no bad language, organizational skills and good work ethics. She was not an easy task master. We were expected to pull our weight in the household and around the little farm. My father was a gentle hardworking Christian man who loved his girls. We lived in a community with as many black people as white people. When integration happened in the fifth grade, it had no effect on me except some of my already good friends now went to school with me. My folks were proud of our accomplishments in life, but never bragged.