I have been walking quite a bit these days, not really going anywhere, just walking and thinking. I have realized that I can walk to Calhoun and back and I still do not understand our recent events.
On Monday morning I woke up to hear that this may be our generation’s Pearl Harbor moment. I am no expert and I should probably believe what is reported, but it seemed so odd to me. My Dad used to tell me about Pearl Harbor and the anger that ensued, the solidarity that it brought to our nation as we fought World War II. For my Dad’s Pearl Harbor moment he immediately dropped out of law school and joined the Marines to fight in the Pacific on Iwo Jima. My Pearl Harbor moment I stay sheltered in place worrying about my next trip to Piggly Wiggly?
I was always taught to fight for what is right and now that means to sit tight. It is Holy Week for many of us and our churches are quiet, why when the churches close do we pray more? For everyone I pray you are all safe.
One thing that really stands out to me is how humbling this all is, I guess we get comfortable with all of our daily routines, the natural flow of school, the busy seasons, and the events that surround spring. But I quickly realize how fragile everything really is. We can have all of our technology, fancy equipment, and great facilities, but somebody that ate something wrong on the other side of the world can put our lives in a tailspin. How does that happen? Do we live everyday with that precarious position?
I have so many questions. But there is one thing I am sure of, I am thankful. I know that may seem bizarre during these times, but I always think about what mom used to tell me, that you do not realize how great you have something until it is taken away from you. So during these days my heart hurts. I miss our students, I miss my colleagues, the crazy spring schedule, and heck I even miss faculty meetings and middle school track meets. Will this cause a great pause to realize how great we had it and when possible to work tirelessly to get it back?
I love being back at Darlington, not for the beautiful facilities or any of the amenities, I love the people that make up this community, the history, tradition, and kindness that make up our culture.
To the seniors, ya’ll are my heroes. I am sad to say that if this would have happened during my senior spring there would have been a big pity party and I would have made it known that the world did me wrong. But yall have been so much tougher than that I am proud of you and your ability to understand the bigger picture. I am thankful for you.I miss you.
To all my Tigers, please be safe and know we will be back together as soon as possible.