On my way to school this morning, I did something I haven't done in a while: I slipped and fell. It reminds me of a time on my walk to the bus stop (maybe the first day of kindergarten?) when I took a similar spill and ripped a hole in my pretty white tights. Today, I cut my knees, hurt my hands, and felt pretty klutzy, but no big deal. Some things will heal.
During the second class of the day, Dr. Kretzer (our much-loved and fabulously outspoken histology professor) passed out copies of a recent article in the Houston Chronicle. Tough times at Baylor:
http://www.chron.com/disp/story.mpl/front/6113589.html
Some things will change.
When I got home from school, I noticed that Wentworth had knocked a candle holder off a bookcase. I picked up the broken pieces and cleared away the small, shattered fragments- some too small to see until they caught light at just the right angle and gleamed brightly. Some things will be replaced.
After the last class of the day, a hoard of administrators and a group of somber second-years piled in the back of the room. A classmate of ours had taken his own life. There was a terrible moment of surprise followed by confusion and profound sadness. Some things cannot be healed, changed, or replaced.
My good friend Tiffany reminded me of a quote from her favorite movie (It's a Wonderful Life):
"Dear George, Remember no man is a failure who has friends. Thanks for the wings! Love, Clarence."
2 comments:
sad...
Steve
Unfortunately, it often takes a tragic event to give perspective and remind us of what is important. Some things really matter.
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