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I told her that this was an elementary school of sorts. Some are teachers, some are students. I got the best teacher. Some are lucky some are not. I got lucky.
Its a card game where some are dealt a much better hand than others, but you have to play with what ever you're dealt. This world doesn't appear to be fair at times. I think it's a place of learning to be worthy of being given this wondrous gift. The object of the game is to become Knowledgeable, to give more than we take. Paula was a teacher, a selfless person, always helping someone. That's what she liked better than anything. She loved her Mom and Dad more than anyone. ''All I ever wanted to do is what they taught me.'' She would say.
Randy was the best man in the family. A fine gentleman, he was most like Paula than the others. Ann loved Paula more than anyone else. One Liked to talk about balling in front of the little kids at Christmas gathering. One has got this far away look, he's looking through the wall man, through the trees, across the rice field, focusing on something miles away, day and night. The day I took This picture, she was looking straight through me, something she never did, I knew she had given up. Paula had no imunity to one special kind of disregard, died of a broken heart. I'm sorry to be so late with this, I'm only now able to speak of it. Imagine what a man has to do.
