I have two basic goals in life: make a little bit of a difference, and try to leave a place in better condition than I found it. I know I haven't always succeeded.
Today's blog really isn't about me.
A former college professor of mine recently lost her mother, and I expressed a quick thought on one of those on line obituary guest books. By the way, I hate those things. I send a real card with real handwriting whenever possible. Unfortunately, I didn't have a home address, so on line it was.
In the small world department, a co-worker's mother is employed at the same place as my former college professor, so messages were passed. I don't write to expect a "thank you" in return, but it was nice to receive one.
Let me tell you a little bit about my former college professor. It was a literature course, one of my Achilles heels. In case you're wondering, art is another. I came from a high school where art and literature were confined to the bathroom walls, and it was some pretty good stuff.
Getting back to college, it was a literature course with no tests. However, we did have to write a paper every week. If it sounds easy, it wasn't. Tests force you to memorize. Papers force you to think, and one is a lot more important than the other.
My former college professor made a difference, and she left places in better condition than she found them. Her mother must have been very proud.