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These past several weeks has been an ever building whirlwind of activity and overtime at work; so much so that the last few days are entwined and blurred into a single moment. Thankfully Hurricane William, as I have termed it, all but died out this morning sometime after 11:00. At that time all but a minutia of essays had been scored. (For those of you who don’t know, I make my living scoring essays and other written responses on standardized tests.) Remarkably the casualties have not included my sanity and have been relatively minor, namely family time, several road trips, plus a few personal errands. I am extremely thankful this project is over. |
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One good thing resulting from this project, beyond the extra income, is I have been reminded on a daily basis just how safe, calm and peaceable my life is. You see, many of the essays I read were about the tragic massacre at Columbine High School this past spring. I realize that such an event could take place anywhere, anytime. Tomorrow it could be me; I am not immune. None of us are. The fact remains that up to this point such a travesty hasn't immediately affected my life; I’ve never even been involved in a fist-fight. What a remarkable different scene for the victims, their peers, their families, the Littleton community and high schoolers across the nation. In light of this realization and the newly reopened wounds it seems appropriate that I dedicate my prayer to those who are affected so directly by this, and other threats and expressions of violence. |
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