What news to bring me again from my little blogging vacation. Not that Dougy had the game of his life a few days ago. Not that the Casino is in maj-ah trouble. Not that Valerie Abati was given the ole’ it’s not you, it’s our ratings, so, yeah, it’s kind of you speech.
Randy Pausch died and I’m just flabbergasted at how fast the end came rushing up to him once it got close enough to see him.
I realize there are those that say that Randy Pausch is no different than anyone else that dies of pancreatic cancer, but I disagree. He didn’t go quietly into the night. He spoke out about it and the need for research. He fought it publicly. He tried to leave lessons not only for his young children, but also for us. And the lessons were being learned the world wide, as friend Goob once informed me that he had been lucky enough to glance upon the incoming pile of mail and gifts that were pouring into CMU. Gifts like cards from children, handmade blankets and quilts.
I didn’t give him anything. But he’s given me a big giant box labeled “PERSPECTIVE” and it really is a wonderful thing to pry open and peek into when life gets weird. And, you know, It’s the exact same gift that John Challis and Adam Frey gave me, but really, I don’t mind.
Some gifts, you can never have too many of.