My mother will always remember our family trip to Arizona in ’96 for, among various other reasons, my reaction when we first walked out of the airport and I saw for the first time in my life a saguaro cactus.
“They are real…” my 13 year old mind exclaimed.
Of course I had seen them in cartoons, TV shows, pictures in books, but that was the first time I had ever seen one. That was only minutes into our trip, yet to this day she has said that single remark made the entire trip worth it. Continue reading “Tales from the Inside: Week 4”
Another week in the books.
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For those that don’t know I am currently attending the Air Force Total Force Officer Training course on my way to becoming a Second Lieutenant. This was originally an email sent to a handfull of people who I felt might be intereted in my activities. Why is this such a big deal you ask? Well asside from the obvious, and baring any catastrophic dismemberments, it will mark the culmination of a journey I began 17 years ago when I first arrieved at WPI.
So without any further delay I present for your reading enjoyment Tales From the Inside: The Jounrey’s End
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Being reminded of how fortunate we are can elicit a wide variety of responses. I’ve seen people get angry and defensive at the mere thought of a suggestion that they were gifted even the smallest things, as if they stole something and were defending it. As if they admitted that they were lucky, that they were fortunate, that they’d been set up right, someone would suddenly come and take it all away from them.
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One of the most soul crushing aspects of motor sports is that a driver can be knocked out of the race before they’ve even completed the first turn. Or, as was the case for Valtteri Bottas in Azerbaijan, going from first to DNF on the final lap because of a blowout due to debris on the track. Of course it’s part of the sport, but that can be little consolation, even without championships on the line.
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