How does one describe the feeling of reading a post that talks about "one bad day" fucking up a life, four days later on the 22nd birthday of the fuck-up in question? How does one explain to the cyber-universe that no GRE score is relevant to the way the heavens heralded the arrival of this most perfect baby in the world, the shouts of joy that went out into the stratosphere when this soul met the light of day?
Can one describe the exhausted adoration of the parents who remembered to pray, the way the BCP tells us to, for the arrival of only this one child?
Can one convey the relief that the threatening placenta previa had been controlled, that the baby was born perfect despite months of bleeding that inspired all with fear?
Can one convey the effect of the beauty that drew stares of apprciation from passersby?
Can one explain that one knew from age two that this child was born for words, born for langauges, born for writing?
Born with the courage to overcome any threat with pawing hooves and pointed horns, as the pool was conquered at age three?
Born with the dogged dignity that refused to compromise with the school yard bullies by assuming the vapid guise of adolescence?
Born with the determination to understand every single subject, whether physics or Latin, to the point where you can delight in it?
There is no GRE that can stop you, my love. The GRE is a phantom that only pretends to know your destiny, which is, as it has ever been, in God's hands. You were designed by God for the life of the mind. God's will cannot be undone by a phantom.
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Four days later . . . .
Date: 2008-11-23 12:56 pm (UTC)Can one describe the exhausted adoration of the parents who remembered to pray, the way the BCP tells us to, for the arrival of only this one child?
Can one convey the relief that the threatening placenta previa had been controlled, that the baby was born perfect despite months of bleeding that inspired all with fear?
Can one convey the effect of the beauty that drew stares of apprciation from passersby?
Can one explain that one knew from age two that this child was born for words, born for langauges, born for writing?
Born with the courage to overcome any threat with pawing hooves and pointed horns, as the pool was conquered at age three?
Born with the dogged dignity that refused to compromise with the school yard bullies by assuming the vapid guise of adolescence?
Born with the determination to understand every single subject, whether physics or Latin, to the point where you can delight in it?
There is no GRE that can stop you, my love. The GRE is a phantom that only pretends to know your destiny, which is, as it has ever been, in God's hands. You were designed by God for the life of the mind. God's will cannot be undone by a phantom.
Happy Birthday. Mom