En route to camp yesterday, we heard this powerful tune in the car -- the version by the Fugees.And as we explored the camp grounds, which remained largely unchanged though a score of years had passed, we missed the friends who weren't with us and felt the weight of these words:
Good friends we have had
Oh good friends we've lost along the way
In this bright future
You can't forget your past
So dry your tears I say
It was great to be back there. Lying on the bed with my eyes closed in the counselor's room of my old cabin, I could feel the exhaustion and the exhilaration that I felt every day as the counselor of those amazing kids, some of whom I'm lucky enough to still have in my life.
Although I thought I might, I didn't feel sad during the visit. Perhaps having heard Bob's words of reassurance beforehand helped me just enjoy the trip down memory lane, rather than wanting to return or hold on to that time of my life.
No woman, no cry
No woman, no cry
Oh my Little sister, don't shed no tears
No woman, no cry
There's no question that the experience of working with those kids and meeting the people I met shaped the woman that I am today. My drive to fix inner-city schools is for those kids, who are now grown up and have kids of their own who need and deserve a great education.
Lying on the pier beside my summer camp flame from so long ago, I could feel that Bob is right:
Everything's gonna be alright, everything's gonna be alright
Everything's gonna be alright, everything's gonna be alright
Everything's gonna be alright, everything's gonna be alright
Everything's gonna be alright, everything's gonna be alright
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