I received a phone call from Coach Mac today. Someone contacted the school and said they would like to make a donation to Harrison’s scholarship fund. The amount, $500/year for the next 10 years!
“What???” I said. I was in awe. How Kind.
“Are you sitting down?”, he asked. “The donation is from the sister of the driver who hit Harrison.”
Wow. That’s heavy.
I was immediately overwhelmed with a sadness. It felt as those she was trying to atone for something her brother did. I have siblings. I have a brother. I could understand if that is how she felt. Lord knows, my family is not perfect. There are things some of my family members have done that I wish I could take back for them. Heck, for myself too.
The phone call shook me. My thoughts drifted endlessly to the circumstances of the situation. The utter heartache that has stretched out well beyond my own sadness. Nothing could change what has happened. Nothing can take the pain away. I am not the only one struggling with what has happened. So, I did what I do. I hung up the phone and then, I wept.