I read an article after last week’s plane crash about another plane crashing into a house, back on March 3 1972. Intriguingly enough the crash occurred not 15 minutes from where we now live in Schenectady, NY and the cause is to this day unknown. I don’t know how many or who were on that plane, but it was morbidly interesting to note that they died the very day I was born.
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In class the other day I tried to impress upon my students the futility of planning too much for the future. Of course none of them care much at this point – full of youthful optimism that they are – but my message was that it’s difficult to control what may be especially since the energy is better spent trying to wrangle what is. Do your homework now, instead of planning to do it the morning it is due.
As I bid farewell to my 37th year it is with more than a little astonishment as to what I have accomplished, seen and done in this time. Furthermore, I am humbled by the fact that when I truly attempt to chronologue events in my mind it seems like a very long time has passed, which is to say life may not move as quickly as it seems, and even if it has we are afforded more than enough time to make the most of it!
This bodes well for my future. Given that I expect at least as many years to come as have already passed, who knows what else is in store for me?