HAP Posted January 22, 2013 Report Share Posted January 22, 2013 Dear friends, I had a strange dream last night. I was on a bus with a bunch of my former students who were going off to join the military—as were some other young people on the bus. The bus dropped me off at the school I used to work at. As I got off the bus, I turned to the non-com at the front and told him to take care of my children. Then, just before the door closed, I turned back and said—“And they are ALL my children.” This morning I got a note from someone I do not know beyond the fact she follows me on Twitter and has pancreatic cancer. In the note she thanked me for something I did yesterday—a thing I did with hardly a second thought simply because I could and it felt like the right thing to do. And then I understood: We all really are each others’ children—and nothing we do to take care of each other—no matter how small and insignificant it may seem to us at the time—is ever small to the person who needs that help at that moment. Peace, Harry Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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