Hello, World

The first program I ever wrote was Hello, World!

I was twelve years old. My dad was sitting beside me, teaching me how to write my first lines of code in Java. I didn’t fully understand what I was doing yet. I just remember typing the words, running the program, and seeing them appear on the screen.

Hello, World!

Two simple words. But at the time it felt like magic. Like I had just spoken to the machine and it answered back.

My dad was a systems engineer at IBM. He spent his life working with the kinds of machines and systems most people never see, the quiet infrastructure that keeps the world running.

But at home, he was just my dad showing me how computers think.

He passed away a few years ago.

Tonight I finished setting up a custom server, the kind of system he would have appreciated. Built carefully. Built properly. No shortcuts.

It felt right that the first thing published here would be the same thing he taught me all those years ago.

Not just as a programming tradition, but as a small tribute to the person who first opened this world to me.

Somewhere along the way, the student became the builder.

And the system is running.

Hello, World.