I began my last day at sea by going out on deck to watch the sun come up over the horizon. On a clear day it can be quite dramatic, but the skies this morning were far from clear. Thanks to a short break in the clouds the sun eventually made a brief appearance before disappearing once again
Looking back, I now see that my father was like someone who had been burned in a horrific fire as a child, and he bore many awful scars from it. Those scars were visible in the cautious, frugal way he lived his life, they become apparent. He did not spend if he could avoid it; instead, he saved and saved.
A chance encounter at the store and a difficult student in my class reminded me of the impact we can have on others. Even in seemingly small or uncomfortable moments, we are given the opportunity to be a voice of compassion and care in a world that desperately needs it.