“The soul becomes dyed with the colour of its thoughts.”
– Marcus Aurelius
“There are a thousand thoughts lying within a man that he does not know till he takes up the pen to write.”
– William Makepeace Thackeray
A few random thoughts to occupy this space on the first Sunday in April: • I find it wholly unexceptable the elected men and women who make up our state legislature don’t have the chutzpah to save lives by pushing through a law that would ban texting while driving, nor do they possess enough enlightened, forward-thinking good sense to realize legalizing discrimination by any person toward any person is ignorance in action. There are those who will smile and say, “it doesn’t really mean anything,” this “religious freedom” bill the governor has signed into law. I would wager those same folks have never been on the receiving end of bigotry – on any scale. Yielding to any sort of discrimination of any sort of human being is wrong, and should not be tolerated. You’d think we’d have learned something from our past.
• Heard late last week someone tossed a dog off the Country Club Road overpass onto McCullough Boulevard. The helpless pet was then hit by a car. The thoughts I have on the person who would do such a thing are not fit for print. But I will say a huge thank you to at least three women who came along just after the dog was hurt and made sure he got help from Dr. Ryan Black at Tupelo Small Animal Hospital.
The puppy is adorable, some sort of terrier mix. He has two broken legs, but the prognosis is good.
May karma catch up – quickly – with the dark-hearted person who hurt one of God’s creatures.
• Last Thursday, Doris Day celebrated 90 years of life. Sure, she’s charmed us through the years on television and in movies – most or all of them fit for families. She’s recorded songs folks still hum today. But I’m most impressed by her work as a tireless advocate for animals. For her birthday, she hosted a pet fashion show to help find homes for local strays in Carmel, Calif.
Someone said they’d seen dire headlines about Day in several tabloids while waiting in the grocery line. Not to worry. She seems to be living life to the fullest and continuing to help her furry friends. May she have many more good years.
• My Mississippi College brethren and I lost a dear friend a little more than a week ago.
I believe Van Dyke Quick, for many of us, was synonymous with Mississippi College. He graduated from MC in 1955, went to seminary in New Orleans and was a youth minister in Memphis, all before coming back to MC in 1960 as director of the student center. He retired in 1999 as vice president of student personnel.
To those of us who loved him, he was “Doc.” Any time I’d stop by his office with a question or a problem, he’d quickly answer or fix it, and then we’d just sit and visit. He was all about the students. And he always had time for us.
Even in retirement, he traveled around to alumni meetings, still saying good things about MC and its students.
You will be missed, Doc Quick.