Saturday, June 05, 2004


I don't think I ever thought about what the world would be like without him. It's true, though. He's really gone! I don't say that to be sappy. He just happens to be one of my heroes, so is it strange that:

When I heard the news, I felt little like someone had punched me in the gut?

I am grateful for what he built and the words he spoke?

I wish I could have heard the great communicator in person?

I look with pride on the fact that I was born in the middle of his presidency?

I think his words and ideas defined his time--my time--a benchmark for a philosophy?

Yes, perhaps I am strange. But what gives!
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