Friday, March 31, 2017

An Ending Of Sorts

This past Wednesday, we inducted a host of kids into the National Honor Society. Great ceremony run by the kids, seniors, with guidance from our two advisors. But our two advisors are quick to point to the seniors as the ones who put it together and ran it.

As I was getting ready for it, my wife said, “You know, this is the beginning of the end.” I looked at her quizzically and she said, “This begins the end of the year.”

She’s right. The NHS Induction kicks off all of the events leading to the end of the year and commencement. In fact, she wasn’t the only one to mention it. That evening in two separate conversations with parents of seniors, they mentioned the same thing.

An all school dance. Prom. End of year tests and exams. Senior Dinner Dance. Senior picnic. Commencement rehearsal. Commencement. The end.

I know as a dad as well as a principal, I got caught up in the emotion of it. For the past eight years, I had a child in the same school as I was. Not this year. A little different for me. But for the parents I spoke with this past Wednesday evening, I heard the wistfulness, the melancholy, even the sadness in their voice. I recognized it because I had heard it in my own voice three times: Wil’s graduation, Hannah’s graduation, and Emily’s graduation.

This has been a long week. It’s Friday, and Friday marks the end of the week. As I write this, it’s dark and cloudy and rainy.

Friday is An Ending Of Sorts.

Tomorrow we can sleep in a little longer. Putz around the house. Kinda sorta do what we want. Sunday, more of the same.

And then Monday . . .

I normally write these messages on Friday, taking the opportunity to put into words what I’ve thought about, felt, witnessed. I use these messages as a reflection of the week gone by.

It’s just one more Friday mixed in with all the other Fridays. And, it’s one more reflection among the many I’ve written or one more reflection someone else has written. But it is a reflection nonetheless.

What went right? What went wrong? What I . . . we . . . could have done better?

And Friday is a nice day, a nice time to reflect. The nice thing about Friday is that it is An Ending Of Sorts. There is a bit of a break before we begin again. And when we do turn off the alarm or hit the snooze on Monday, we have a decision to make, you and I. We can simply repeat the steps, the routines, the words- blessed or hurtful- as we did the days and week previous, or we can choose to do something else.

Friday, and really any ending, gives us an opportunity to reflect and ponder and consider. Mostly, Friday and any ending gives us the opportunity to change, to begin again, to begin anew.

So my question to you is . . . how will you use this opportunity to reflect? Will you give yourself the opportunity to change a pattern of behavior, a pattern of speech? Will you give yourself the opportunity to change your pattern of thought? Or will you simply do as you always do, do as you’ve always done because that’s the way you’ve always done it? The question is yours to answer. The choice is yours to make. Up to you. Something to think about . . .

Live Your Life, and Make A Difference!

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FBI Agent Pete Kelliher and his partner search for the clues behind the bodies of six boys left in various and remote parts of the country. Even though they don’t know one another, the lives of FBI Agent Kelliher and two boys become interwoven with the same thread that Pete Kelliher holds in his hand. The three of them are on a collision course and when that happens, their lives are in jeopardy as each search for a way out.

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Two thirteen year old boys are abducted off a safe suburban street. Kelliher and his team of FBI agents have 24 hours to find them or they’ll end up like all the others- dead! They have no leads, no clues, and nothing to go on. And the possibility exists that one of his team members might be involved.

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Six men escaped and are out for revenge. The boys, recently freed from captivity, are in danger and so are their families, but they don’t know it. The FBI has no clues, no leads, and nothing to go on and because of that, cannot protect them.

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It began in Arizona with death and it ends in Arizona in death. A 14 year old boy has a price on his head, but he and his family don’t know it. Their family vacation turns into a trip to hell. Out gunned and outnumbered, can this boy protect his father and brothers? Without knowing who these men are? Or how many there are? Or when they might come for him?

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