A Note of Thanks to Those Who Use Their Youth As Blessing
This note was really intended to be part of a Thanksgiving sonnet, paying tribute to the people who have left indelible marks on our hearts. Those who have forever carved initials in the fabric of our lives, and who have become part of the tapestry of our forever. I guess it does not matter that I missed Thanksgiving and that with a page turn, my calendar is headlong into December. It is simply never too late or never inappropriate to give thanks. The three men I would like to thank, may not stand out to the average eye. They are part of a group that is often overlooked and underappreciated. They are young men. Each, younger than the next and nearer to the start of manhood than to my mid-life experience. I have to work hard to reattach myself to the young sometimes. I used to work on a college campus, surrounded by young people and connecting deeply with many as they forged their own paths. I understood the pure nature of the younger crowd. Not yet complicated by years of failure...