March 30, 2020
There was a great article that was recently posted by the Harvard
Business Review that I think bears some very important consideration by
Stress is easy to identify, and we are all certainly stressed. The
predictability of our daily lives has been interrupted. Many of us have lost
jobs, faced furloughs or pay cuts. Our kids are home from school. We’re worried
about our families catching this disease, and ourselves as well. We’re all
stuck together in this purgatory of waiting for this crisis to play itself out
with no idea of what kind of world waits for us on the other side. We know that
this will end - all pandemics eventually do - but we’re going to emerge from our
shelters into a changed world.
My wife and I have spent the last couple of weekends cleaning out closets. It
kind of feels like rearranging the deck chairs on the Titanic at times, but it
also keeps my mind occupied for the most part and keeps it from going into
pretty dark places. And hey, my closet is now the cleanest it’s been since we
moved. But every so often my mind ends up going there anyways.
Such as from seeing a pile of T-shirts.
March 21, 2020
If you ask people over a certain age, they can always tell you where they were
when they found out about 9/11.
I was a sophomore at Auburn, and my first class that day was at like 1pm, so I
enjoyed the great collegiate tradition of sleeping in. Usually when I wake up
the first thing I do is check my email. It’s still the first thing I do. That
morning my inbox was full with messages on the fraternity mailing list, with
things like “pray, a lot of people are dying today.” I turned on the TV just
minutes before the first tower collapsed.
Stayed glued to the TV the rest of the day. News coverage was on every channel,
even Discovery Channel. Class was cancelled. I went and filled up my car in case
I needed to drive the 250 miles back home to Tennessee.
That evening I was in the SGA office in Foy Student Union folding thousands of
little yellow ribbons for a very hastily organized memorial service on Samford
lawn a few days later. We listened to President Bush’s speech on a small boombox
in the office.
I feel like I have been living that day over and over again for the last two