I think you can call this the opposite of a windmill tilting kind of post... In all of the hype about the Batkid thing in San Francisco, it might have been easy to lose sight of not only the tremendous undertaking that whole thing involved but also how many people took part. Watch the video again or look at the pics... there were tens of thousands of people involved in that process. It was truly amazing to see them (a whole city in fact), as Dylan Thomas put it, Rage against the dying of the light. Nice job San Fran!! Closer to home in news you probably didnt see, a group of folks in a large suburban school district came together to put on a graduation ceremony for one of their students who, sadly, is not long for this world thanks to a life long battle with a particularly vicious cancer. This was no quicky ceremony mind you -- this was a full fledged graduation with all the pomp, circumstance and speeches associated therewith... and it had to be done quickly. So while we say Congrats! to Jessica Elam, Lakota Easts newest alumna, we must also acknowledge those who pulled the ceremony off in short order for their rage as well. So I know its that cheesy poem from Back to School... the one Rodney Dangerfield recites at the end... but it is worth posting. Enjoy and RAGE! Do not go gentle into that good night by Dylan Thomas Do not go gentle into that good night, Old age should burn and rave at close of day; Rage, rage against the dying of the light. Though wise men at their end know dark is right, Because their words had forked no lightning they Do not go gentle into that good night. Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay, Rage, rage against the dying of the light. Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight, And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way, Do not go gentle into that good night. Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay, Rage, rage against the dying of the light. And you, my father, there on the sad height, Curse, bless, me now with your fierce tears, I pray. Do not go gentle into that good night. Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Posted on: Tue, 19 Nov 2013 00:26:52 +0000
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