Living Lessons
I knew a girl in high school. I didn't know her as well as others. A good friend of mine loved her. She lit up the room, the stage, my good friend's face. She was talented, bright, funny. She was one of a kind, but you know others like her. One night she got in the car parked in her garage, turned the key, set down a couple letters next her, pressed play and sat back. The garage door was closed. I don't remember the rest of the story. I don't remember who found her. She had been dead for a while. I don't even remember how old she was. But this isn't about her death. 25 years later I knew another girl. I didn't know her as well as others. A friend of mine who doesn't do handshakes with students had a special handshake with her. She lit up the room, the hallway, her friends' faces. She was talented, bright, funny. She was one of a kind, but you know others like her. One day she was in a car, the back seat. We think the impact killed her immedia...