Getting a driver’s license is about as far as we go in our society for giving our adolescents a rite of passage into adulthood. To me, it’s almost a sacred time (okay, and a scared time, just to be anagram-istic).
My daughter did well her first time out. I expected as much. She’s careful and observant. One of the things I like about teaching her how to drive is that I get to spend more time with her, with the accompanying memories in the making. I’m a lucky man.
This reminds me of the time I spent at a larger company mentoring younger writers. I can’t vouch for them, but it was an almost sacred time for me, the passing along of collected information. Now at a startup with a much smaller writing team, I don’t get a chance to mentor any more and that makes me feel like I’m irresponsible with my knowledge.
So, to both of my readers out there, I’d like you pass along this offer to any budding writers/technical communicators: I’m here to help out with the twists and turns of our shared career choice. If anyone is out and needs some help, write me and we’ll go out for a driving lesson. That’s a figurative tie-in with my observation about teaching my daughter to drive . . . oh, you got that. Okay, just wanted to make sure.