A student remembered

Yesterday I went up on campus because I thought that Kala Stroup was going to be there and would be the main speaker for the Women's Conference.  She was President after Bill Stacy and she was always good to me so I wanted to attend.  On the way over, I learned that Kala was ill and could not attend and I jokingly suggested to just take me home.

But the second speaker was Sherrie Cliffe, an alum from the University, and I listened attentively to her speech.     In it she gave several references to Bill Stacy and how he had helped her in  the development of a career.  I was amazed at my reaction.   Normally, I want to run out of the room, or run up and slap the person or ignore the rest of the speech because, obviously, the person has no credibility.  But I did not feel that way.   I felt gratitude that the Stacys had been a part of her life.

We had to leave early so I did not have a chance to speak to her but I found her email and wrote her when I got home.  And I told her that I was pleased with what she said about Bill and I would find a way to pass it on to him.   Then I thought, and wrote to her, I am on the email list with him of my granddaughter,  I will pass it on directly to him.  And I did.

  "And no man, putting his hand to the plow

and looking back, is fit for the kingdom of God."

I am not looking back;  I am looking ahead.

 

It was like blowing on a dandelion.  I have no idea where it went but I did my part in sending it on.  Thank you, Sherrie, for your words.  Thank you for allowing me to hear them and thank you for allowing me to rid myself of the remnants of anger in such an easy way.  My hand is on the plow firmly. (and finally).