We all have memories of our various rites of passage, don’t we?
And Spring Break reminds many of heading to the beach to scratch that spring-fever itch.
And every year, it happens fast and tragically, like it did here, in Florida.
Teenagers, alcohol, and inexperience.
And a young man, so full of possibilities. The world was his oyster, no doubt having some “good times”.
Then a phone call.
A phone call.
A phone call at a family get together, to celebrate someone turning my age (50).
Can you even comprehend that phone call? I can not.
I’m praying for this family, the students, and any one else touched by senseless tragedy this week.