I find myself thinking somewhat nostalgically about those in my past who have influenced me, whose impact still resonates with me today.
I had written a letter to a favorite professor emeritus on the occasion of his 100th birthday last month, when former students were encouraged to share memories and appreciation with him. He is still of vigorous mind. He was the prof, an Army veteran who used his GI Bill to go into academia, whom I respected and enjoyed, and with whom I traveled in a group to Europe for an eye-opening junior year trip. He was the one, who, when I told him I was kicking over the traces of prospective graduate school fellowships and going to Navy OCS, encouraged me to go, that “The Navy will be the making of you.” I caught him up on my Navy career, thanked him for that pivotal piece of advice, and he wrote me the nicest letter back, remembering a discussion we had had in Vienna and then later back on campus, about plans after graduation and the itch I was getting to try something that challenged me in a different way.
For some reason, my thoughts also went back to Dr. Maya Angelou, a resident prof at Wake Forest University, with whom I had a Creative Writing Seminar as an elective I squeezed in. Only 10 in the class. Life lessons, wide-ranging discussions, thought-provoking questions. I went hunting on YouTube for something I heard her talk about often during my student days (I attended every lecture, speech, panel, event, whatever, she gave.) That voice, that diction, that mind that made me think.
I found it. Still one of her themes years later.
Just Do Right.