I received an email recently announcing my 50th high school reunion later this year. The notice included a list of 1966 graduates and their statuses -- where they now lived, street addresses, phone numbers. Some had died.
Among those deceased was a young girl I saw often that senior year but never knew. She was in some of my classes, and ever since when she came to mind I recalled how courageous a girl she was.
In many ways, she has been a standard of fortitude when great challenges came. And I never spoke a word to her that year nor she to me, even though she didn’t sit far away in my English class. After graduation, I never saw her again or ever heard a word about her, about what happened to her in life after high school. I only know she now is dead.
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