This past Sunday my brother, Phil, graduated from Lincoln Christian High School. It was there on that Sunday afternoon that I found some of my joy. I found it in those around me.
I am also a baby when it comes to monumental events such as graduations. I choke up at them, I choke up watching any high school State event, I choke up at weddings, I know I am going to sob my way through my own.
I was keeping it together perfectly until I heard some of his senior class sing For Good by Wicked. I love, love that album. I get chills listening to each song. I knew I was going to lose it when I saw that song on the program. I had one hour and three speeches to prepare myself for it.
But nothing prepared me for the joy I saw on each and every one of those seniors faces. They were all glowing. It was contagious. I felt so much joy for my brother in that moment. This moment sounds cliche, but in it I realized how powerful joy can be.
Powerful enough to give me back some of mine.
I am also a baby when it comes to monumental events such as graduations. I choke up at them, I choke up watching any high school State event, I choke up at weddings, I know I am going to sob my way through my own.
I was keeping it together perfectly until I heard some of his senior class sing For Good by Wicked. I love, love that album. I get chills listening to each song. I knew I was going to lose it when I saw that song on the program. I had one hour and three speeches to prepare myself for it.
But nothing prepared me for the joy I saw on each and every one of those seniors faces. They were all glowing. It was contagious. I felt so much joy for my brother in that moment. This moment sounds cliche, but in it I realized how powerful joy can be.
Powerful enough to give me back some of mine.