There is no sadder sight than a young pessimist. – Mark Twain
Five years ago today, one of my sons was in a van full of teens when they were hit by a drunk driver going the wrong way on the freeway. He’s still dealing with the after-effects of his broken back, but it hasn’t seemed to make him bitter or a pessimist. If anything, it seems to have made him more reflective and appreciative of the goods things in his life. And I’m so glad he didn’t die. These Memorial Day weekends would be so sad every year. I can just barely imagine what it’s like for the thousands (millions?) of parents in the world who’ve experienced the death of one of their children.