Don't wait until later to pursue your dreams and desires. Mrs. Terry, one of my middle school teachers, was killed in a car accident last weekend. Unexpected death is always tragic, but what made this more tragic was that she was set to retire this week. The article in the paper said that she and her family had made plans to visit England next summer. Her only child is engaged to be married.
I don't remember Mrs. Terry that well. It's been about 16 years since I sat in her classroom. All I remember was that she was loud and kinda funny. Aside from a classroom prank pulled by one of my classmates, I don't recall much of anything from those classes. I do remember having a discussion about the Sex Pistols! I was shocked that she knew who the Sex Pistols were. It didn't seem right that an adult would know of such a band.
She was 56 years old. That's young. That's young enough to start another career. Hmmm...death does come at odd times. One of my college professors died while working out at a gym in Chicago. He was also in his fifties. My father died at age 57. Heart failure. When people die off like this, it makes me think about how long I've got left. It also makes me think about how long my friends and family have left. Because you never know. I guess I'm getting to where I know that I'm not invincible. But it's senseless to dwell on stuff like that. If you do, you get depressed and/or go insane.
My point, if there is one, is that don't wait until retirement or when you feel it is more convenient to do something that you feel passionate about. I'm pretty sure Mrs. Terry lead a great life. From what I read in the paper, it appears so.
Did I mention that she was with her husband? He also died in the wreck. I feel awful for the daughter. I lost one parent. I couldn't imagine losing both at the same time.
So pursue your dreams. Be happy. Don't let the bad things in life get to you. Well, Mrs. Terry, thanks for that final lesson. Too bad it had to be taught the way it did.
I don't remember Mrs. Terry that well. It's been about 16 years since I sat in her classroom. All I remember was that she was loud and kinda funny. Aside from a classroom prank pulled by one of my classmates, I don't recall much of anything from those classes. I do remember having a discussion about the Sex Pistols! I was shocked that she knew who the Sex Pistols were. It didn't seem right that an adult would know of such a band.
She was 56 years old. That's young. That's young enough to start another career. Hmmm...death does come at odd times. One of my college professors died while working out at a gym in Chicago. He was also in his fifties. My father died at age 57. Heart failure. When people die off like this, it makes me think about how long I've got left. It also makes me think about how long my friends and family have left. Because you never know. I guess I'm getting to where I know that I'm not invincible. But it's senseless to dwell on stuff like that. If you do, you get depressed and/or go insane.
My point, if there is one, is that don't wait until retirement or when you feel it is more convenient to do something that you feel passionate about. I'm pretty sure Mrs. Terry lead a great life. From what I read in the paper, it appears so.
Did I mention that she was with her husband? He also died in the wreck. I feel awful for the daughter. I lost one parent. I couldn't imagine losing both at the same time.
So pursue your dreams. Be happy. Don't let the bad things in life get to you. Well, Mrs. Terry, thanks for that final lesson. Too bad it had to be taught the way it did.