"No way"-my response to bad news
The other day I got some news that broke my heart.
One of my former MBA students, Sonya, asked me to call her. I thought it would be good news. It was not. Another MBA student Lynn, her best friend, was on her deathbed.
I have been a professor since January 1993. I remember many of the thousands of students I have instructed. Their group was very memorable. I even went for a drink with them after our last night together. Of course, they tried to have fun with me a bit by taking me to a meat market. It was a good time had by all.
Lynn stood out from the group. She had already achieved professional success by being a director of a hospital. For her the MBA was just a confirmation of what she already knew she was capable of.
Lynn is about the same age as me. I never asked so I am guessing.
As I drove to the hospital, I kept thinking about what do you say to someone at their prime that is lying in bed terminally ill. Anything will fall short.
She was heavily medicated so I was not able to have a conversation with her. I spoke with her family and told them about my memories of Lynn and Sonya and their group.
I kept thinking that on our grave stones we have two days. The day that we are born and the day that we die. It is the dash that is most important. It is not the length but the meaning we give it.
Today's question is:
"Your dash got longer today.... was it memorable?"
P.S. Lynn Weber was a Phoenix
The other day I got some news that broke my heart.
One of my former MBA students, Sonya, asked me to call her. I thought it would be good news. It was not. Another MBA student Lynn, her best friend, was on her deathbed.
I have been a professor since January 1993. I remember many of the thousands of students I have instructed. Their group was very memorable. I even went for a drink with them after our last night together. Of course, they tried to have fun with me a bit by taking me to a meat market. It was a good time had by all.
Lynn stood out from the group. She had already achieved professional success by being a director of a hospital. For her the MBA was just a confirmation of what she already knew she was capable of.
Lynn is about the same age as me. I never asked so I am guessing.
As I drove to the hospital, I kept thinking about what do you say to someone at their prime that is lying in bed terminally ill. Anything will fall short.
She was heavily medicated so I was not able to have a conversation with her. I spoke with her family and told them about my memories of Lynn and Sonya and their group.
I kept thinking that on our grave stones we have two days. The day that we are born and the day that we die. It is the dash that is most important. It is not the length but the meaning we give it.
Today's question is:
"Your dash got longer today.... was it memorable?"
P.S. Lynn Weber was a Phoenix
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