The Good Life

Life is good.

I was thinking of a girl I knew from high school - Stephanie Clark, now Stephanie Nielson. She was a bright, beautiful girl. She, like so many in the graduating class of 1999, seemed to have truly wonderful things ahead. I didn't know her well, and so of course, never kept track, but one day I heard that she'd been in a plane crash. Though in a coma for months, she survived, as did her husband, but the pilot/instructor did not.

I didn't hear much more about it, but her story is now presented here.



I think it's interesting to see how her scarring can match the scarring some of us carry internally. So many of us are damaged, but it simply isn't as apparent as Stephanie's.

I've made some good friends, and I've seen just how scarred they can be. I am hard pressed to judge anyone now, and I feel as if there aren't words to describe how much I care for each and every person I meet.

I sometimes write posts that seem a little harsh, or judgmental, and if I were to be honest, I couldn't deny that. Without justifying those, I can truly say that I love and appreciate each and every one of the people who may have crying children at concerts, who cannot seem to drive with an ounce of common sense, who harshly judge others, or who suffer from any form of injury be it internal or on the outside for the world to see.

Well, I suppose that is my thought for the day. I'd still like to see glass cry-rooms for concert halls and performance venues, but we don't live in a perfect world.

:-)