![]() I asked her one question: “Is Keith gone?” ![]() I couldn’t quite get the numbers straight. It was like a moth batting around an outdoor porch light, back and forth in erratic, darting movements. I kept trying to dial the numbers, but my hand wouldn’t cooperate. They gave me the message to call my fiancé’s sister, Judy. I headed across campus to my job in the library, stopping to use a pay phone and let the librarians know I was en route. It was all right there within my reach, and I distinctly remember thinking as I stepped out of the darkened halls how the world looked so bright and shiny and new outside. I had just finished a statistics exam and after a few more classes, I was heading for a graduate program in Shakespearean studies. I remember pushing through the heavy doors of Mercer University’s math building. I couldn’t think of anything I’d rather do, and I planned a lifetime of doing just that.īut that all changed. When I studied all of his works in the silence of a library, everything else seemed to disappear. ![]() Now it seems like another world, a world where I set out to follow my dream of teaching Shakespearean literature. ![]()
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