"You want to know the saddest thing?" she said. "Last year nine students committed suicide. Nine undergraduate students." I bowed my head a little and agreed, "it really is the saddest thing".
What does it mean, that the weight and heft of my mother’s life can be measured by a number, and that the sum of her struggles and sacrifices has been spent, in part, on my thoughtless folly?...“It’s not a question of whether you deserve it,” someone once said to me. “But you have it, and now you've to figure out what you do with it.” It demands I take responsibility, and when dealing with it, I feel a great deal of pain.
There are seven billion people in the world committed to different things, at different times, in different ways. And each person is a door to a part of the world I haven't known before.