You need Kleenex too. Lots and lots of Kleenex! Because it really is a wonderful, yet terrible, horrible, no good, very bad life.
Especially when your high school has the best marching band in the state.
A band so good that it plays in the Macy's Day Parade and at presidential inaugurations.
A band so good that it participates in university competitions in other states and wins first place.
But then on the way home from the competition one of the bus drivers passes out.
So one of the band directors stands up, leaps forward and grabs the wheel in an effort to protect the kids she loves so much--the kids she is so proud of, who have worked so hard to win first place.
She saves them all.
What a wonderful life!
Because of her they will all wake up tomorrow and the next day and the next.
They will continue to win competitions and march in parades.
They will get married and have children who will win competitions and march in parades.
But first they will need lots and lots of kleenex.
Because their band director will no longer be there to teach them.
She made a choice. To try. To reach out. And save her students.
She took a risk. And it paid off.
But not for her.
What a terrible, horrible, no good, very bad life.
Remember a few weeks ago when I accidentally saw the prophet at a funeral? He said something I'll never forget.
He said, "It's better to save a life than to raise the dead."
How well he knows.
And then he said, "You don't have to do great things to save a life. Small things can be great things."
Small things . . . like standing up. And reaching out. And taking your turn at the wheel.
Air hugs to Heather Christensen for taking her turn.
And air hugs to my thirteen-year-old niece, who was in Heather Christensen's band class and her musical theater group and who is learning the hard way tonight that it takes lots and lots of Kleenex to get through this thing called life.