What was I looking at? My memories, most of them un-fulfilled - through the many years that I had watched him grow and wished that we could be closer friends. I was looking at the handsome, upstanding young man standing next to me and thinking about how sad it is that the boy is dying. You know, he wasn't annoyed when he said it. He was smiling, with that mischeivous smile that says, "I am thinking something, but you'll never guess what it is." What a remarkable parallel in our experiences. Nate |