|Donna Reed--hubba, hubba|
I think I've made some terrible choices in my life. Choices that have changed my life in very permanent ways. I never finished my Ph.D. I moved back to the U. P. instead of searching for a teaching job in more populated areas. I'm a part-time adjunct and a part-time medical records clerk. I barely make enough money to scrape by. I'm friends with other people who are in much better places in their lives--better careers, better homes, better health insurances, better job security. I know where George is coming from when he asks Mary this question.
I have a beautiful wife and two beautiful kids. My family is the only thing that keeps me going. My wife. My daughter. My son. They're why I bust my ass six days a week with work. I want them to have everything they deserve. Sometimes I think they would be better off with a guy who had the ambition to complete his education and get a tenured job at a good university. Instead, they get a guy who's one huge pleasure in life is writing blog posts and keeping track of his blog stats. I sometimes do think, "Why in the world did my wife ever marry a guy like me?"
No, I'm not feeling sorry for myself. It's more a question of good fortune. I've had good fortune with my family. While we've had our struggles with mental illness and addictions, we really do love each other. I feel that every day I get home. To put George's question another way, he's asking himself, "How did I ever get so lucky?"
Saint Marty is the luckiest man this side of Bedford Falls, even if Jimmy Stewart gets to make out with Donna Reed.