True glory consists in doing what deserves to be written; in writing what deserves to be read; and in so living as to make the world happier and better for our living in it. —
Pliny the Elder from Excerpt from Many Thoughts of Many Minds A Treasury of Quotations from the Literature of Every Land and Every Age——
When Lilly first began attending school, her mom would wake her up just before sunrise, and each morning they would watch the sky fill with color and light together. Lilly loved those moments with her mom, before anyone else was up just watching the world come alive with a different painting that only God could make every morning. She would close her eyes and smell the orange that her mom was peeling for breakfast and imagine as the sky brightened with the orange hue that the whole world was clean and fresh, that it smelled just like that orange.
Most mornings she would just sit there, watch the sun come up and bask in the glory of nature. She pictured the fantastic way that the sun came up and nature took it’s course in a dance that could only have been choreographed by something greater than herself. Something deep inside her craved the next greater glory, but she couldn’t quite put her finger on what that was. In the depth of her soul, she knew it was out there: something more beautiful still than even this.
By the time Lilly was in high school her mom no longer needed to wake her up, she just instinctively arose, grabbed a cup of fresh Columbian coffee, seized a fresh orange from the fruit basket and plopped into the padded chairs in the Florida room. She knew her mom would be there soon if she wasn’t already. It is these few quiet moments they shared that had brought them so close. They would chat for a moment about life after the sun had risen while they finished their breakfast. Lilly could tell her mom anything.
It was in this room that Lilly had decided that she was going to go to pre-med. Her grades were good enough to go just about anywhere, but familial obligations and finances dictated that she stay near home. The University at Buffalo had a good reputation and the full tuition was less than her half at a fancier school where they had teased her with a scholarship that left would have left her with huge student loans. She had firmly made the decision that she would not go to a school that she did not have enough saved up to pay for. In her family, debt was likened unto being a slave; always have to work for someone or something else.
Having grown up in many ways, so differently than her peers, she often did not understand they way that they saw the world. Even her friends seemed to often express that they felt victimized by the world, felt as if so few choices were their own. A view that made no sense to Lilly, was it not true what she had always heard that life was 90% attitude and 10% what actually happened to you? This was the paradigm with which she entered her first year in a liberal arts college. In many ways more mature than those around her, but in many still lacking in understanding of how others saw and interacted with the world.
Maybe that was why Patrick held such an initial attraction for her. He seemed so knowledgeable about the world. He always knew what was going on and he definitely had an opinion about it. He wasn’t too hard on the eyes either.