The second memory that came to mind this morning was the first day of kindergarten. Back then kindergarten was a whole day of school. After lunch we were instructed to place our heads on our desks close our eyes and rest. I took that to mean take a nap. As a result of my "obedience" they asked my mother to take me out of school for a year. She did not. Because of this I was always the youngest student in my class. Until today that is, I am now the oldest in my newest academic goal, seeking the license in canon law.
The days of old were days of innocence, not so much today. This week began with the bomb attack of the Boston Marathon. Today it ended when one culprit succumbed to the guns of justice and the other was taken into custody. The former was 26 the later 19 years of old. Troubled young men who hated more than they loved. The challenge for me is to always remember that "amor vincit omnia
No comments:
Post a Comment