Passion...

So... I'm in the middle of writing Marler's little blurt for the insert when all of a sudden, it hit me. I don't even know this guy, barely even heard of him...yet I'm looking through all of his accomplishments and I feel sad that I didn't know him. Marler was freakin amazing. You know that whole collection of Holocaust books that are in the library? Yeah, Marler donate those books to CBU from HIS own collection. Do you realize how many books that is? That's incredible. He had a big passion for the history of the Holocaust. We all have a passion whether we realize it, or not. My passion? Becoming the best writer I can be, and maybe change some lives on the way through my writing. I have no idea how I will do it, but hey- it can happen.

On this day back in 1968, students at Columbia University took over the administrative buildings and shut down the university, protesting the Vietnam war. They had a passion. I wonder what they were feeling when the protests were going on. I wonder if they felt like their passion for peace was more powerful than any authority figure that tried to stand in their way? It's pretty cool when that kind of thing happens, it's almost like an adrenaline rush- maybe it even was for them.

Hmm. Just me thinking out loud again. :)