In my [high school] class...
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"In my [high school] class, as in any class, at any school, there were students who had a
real flair, a real talent, for something. Maybe it was for writing or acting or sports. Maybe
it was an interest and a joy in working with people toward some common goal, a sense of
responsibility for people who in some way had less than they had or were less.
Sometimes it was just their capacity for being so alive that made you more alive to be
with them. Yet now, a good many years later, I have the feeling that more than just a few
of them are spending their lives at work in which none of these gifts is being used. This is
the sadness of the game, and the danger of it is that maybe we find that in some measure
we are among them or that we are too blind to see that we are.
"When you are young, I think your hearing is in some ways better than it is ever going to be again. You hear better than most people the voices that call to you out of your own life to give yourself to this work or that work" (from Frederick Buechner, The Hungering Dark [New York: Seabury Press, 1968], p. 28).
"When you are young, I think your hearing is in some ways better than it is ever going to be again. You hear better than most people the voices that call to you out of your own life to give yourself to this work or that work" (from Frederick Buechner, The Hungering Dark [New York: Seabury Press, 1968], p. 28).
