Nonsense, Drivel, and Balderdash

It is weird, all I could think about when they told me that Will died was "he should have gone to the game." You see, he had a ticket to a world cup game, a good World Cup game. For anyone that knows about events such as that one, you know how hard it is to get a hold of a ticket. Will entered a raffle months before the Cup and months before we finished our time in England. A couple of weeks before we finished he found out that he was the proud owner of a ticket. It was late in the year and he had already bought his ticket back to the US. To stay meant that he had to postpone his flight by a week and find places to stay until the game. It also meant that he would miss a job interview. He agonized over it and ended up selling the ticket and going back to the US. It seems pointless now. The job he interviewed for, the couple dollars he saved, they are all dust now. His plans for the future now mean nothing, the only thing that counts is what he did, the experiences he had. In t...

Will was a Westmont student who attended the Gordon-at-Oxford program I was at last year. He was the only non Gordon student there, which speaks loads about his character. He wasn't afraid of life or of challenges and was never afraid of joining something where he would be an outsider. Of all of us 15 students in our program last year, he was one of the ones that I thought would be most successful. He had the heart and spirit of the western settlers and was constantly looking for new and unexplored land to take on. He lived life with zest. Everything he did was done enthusiastically, whether it be going up and down the stairs (which me did 3 steps at a time) or playing sports (which always left him caked in mud and bruises). He was a great person to party with, an unpredictable poker player and had a great sense of humor. I am heartbroken to hear that he died this weekend, while driving to Phoenix to join a business firm that had recognized the potential we all saw so clearly. Rest...