This past weekend, Martha and I attended a memorial for Billy Quick down in Warner Robins GA. Billy was one of my high school classmates.
I didn't know Billy very well. We weren't really what you would call friends. I attended the service because another friend confided that Billy's early life had been, well, less than ideal.
I came away from the service wishing I had known him better. I learned there was a gentle and kind soul within him that I never suspected was there. There were many men and women at the service who knew him much better and I was impressed by the stories they told.
To me, the moral of the story is that most of us are quick to judge when we are young, and slow to change our minds.
I, for one, am sorry I didn't get to know Billy Quick better when he was alive.
My fervent hope is that I learn from his example to be a better man going forward.
RIP, Billy, and God Speed.
Published on July 13, 2021 05:43