My Dad Threatened To Cut My Tuition. He Didn’t Know I’d Already Graduated.

year and required me to write a thank-you letter every semester to a retired dentist named Dr. Pruitt.

I wrote those letters. Every single one. And Dr. Pruitt wrote back every time, always on yellow legal pad paper, always ending with “Keep going, kiddo.”

He came to my graduation. My father didn’t.

The Envelope

The $14,980 took me three years to save. continue reading …