A brief post, because life is busy and I am weary.
In the shower this evening, for no reason whatsoever, the memory of a speaker who came round my high school popped up. He was in his early twenties, and was doing a speaking tour on behalf of MADD*. As a high school student, he’d crashed his car while drinking and killed one of his closest friends, so he did rather know what he was talking about. He discussed not only the accident and the death, but also his struggles to cope in the aftermath of that night. He returned to school after his time in the hospital, and found himself entirely shunned. He quickly fell into despair.
“And then,” he said, “one of my friends came up to me in the hall and gave me a stick of gum. And you know, I think that gum saved my life.”
So. What otherwise insignificant events have changed your life the way the gift of a stick of gum changed his? You can tell the story or leave it a mystery. The exercise in imagination will do us good.
I get to start. The fact that I knew the lyrics to Subdivisions, by Rush when no one else in my social group did. Not telling why.
* I don’t know how effective he was at convincing my fellow students not to drink and drive; it was less than four months later that we lost one of the guys in the year above me to a drunk driving accident. The alcohol caused the crash, but the lack of a seatbelt contributed to the death.