Perspective

In Flanders fields the poppies blow
Between the crosses, row on row,
That mark our place; and in the sky
The larks, still bravely singing, fly
Scarce heard amid the guns below.

We are the dead. Short days ago
We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow,
Loved, and were loved, and now we lie
In Flanders fields.

Take up our quarrel with the foe:
To you from failing hands we throw
The torch; be yours to hold it high.
If ye break faith with us who die
We shall not sleep, though poppies grow
In Flanders fields.
— Lt.-Col. John McCrae (1872 - 1918)

These days most of my reflections are focused on a case study that I've read or a comment made in class. It's easy to get 100% wrapped up in school and work. Today I took a brief moment to think of days not so long past when it would have been unlikely that I'd have considered business school. I also thought of the people who even today live in situations of war and unrest. Sure puts school work into perspective.



~Lest we forget