Posted 6/11/2015 10:48 PM (GMT 0)
When I was a freshman and sophomore in high school, I attended a preparatory seminary boarding school (thought maybe I wanted to be a priest, but then discovered how much I like girls). Anyway, at the end of every day, we would gather in the chapel for evening prayer, and every time we would begin by saying, "A day is passed again, never to return."
I often remember those words at the end of the day and ask myself if I've done anything really worthwhile, or if I've just spun my wheels all day.
I join the others in expressing my since condolences to you on the untimely loss of your friends. How very tragic. We just never know.