If you love beautiful, sensitive writing, grab a cup of something good and settle in for this guest post. Mandi, at The Zen RN, has given me permission to post it here because I loved it so very much. It’s about the way we view our lives–and that of others. Life lenses, as she calls them. I think you’ll like this one as much as I did.
I’ll never forget the first day of an introductory English class my Freshman year of college. I don’t remember the course name, it was likely something vanilla and generic like “Literature 101”. The class itself would turn out to be nearly useless to me, other than the 3 credits that were easily plunked into my file after the finals were completed and my A penned into the gradebook. I would realize at the end of this very first class when I looked over the syllabus to find that I had already read every novel and short story listed there, most more than once. However, the experience of the first class was worth an entire semester rereading a handful of clichéd classics.
The professor, a bearded man wearing a brown corduroy jacket with olive green patches over the elbows, wore a face of perpetual boredom. He made no introductions, simply READ MORE HERE