Saturday, February 20, 2010
An Empty Seat
It shouldn't have happened.
But it does. Everyday.
He was nineteen. A sophomore at the same school my husband now attends. There had been a test that day and he didn't do so well. His roommate found him later that evening dead of a drug overdose.
Curt came home and shared how his fellow students were wearing their jackets that day. He had heard a student had died but didn't know how. The next day, he discovered the facts.
He'd played golf with this boy two weeks ago. A nice kid, he'd told me then. All the younger students were nice and polite. The kind you'd want your daughter to date.
The psychology teacher held a memorial service at noon that day after classes let out.He gave an invitiation after a stirring sermon.
People got saved. Young men got saved.
At a golf college.
It's heartbreaking a boy had to die for others to accept the truth. Is there someone you know who needs to hear?