The Salukis are playing their first home game at SIUC. September is half over. Where does the time go? The State Fair has come and gone as well as Labor Day. Events I looked forward to as markers of my favorite season, Autumn. Now we are in the thick of it and it is like life not waiting. Scarlett O’Hara told us that tomorrow is another day but that tomorrow is today. Beetlejuice is 73 and we have no time to DillyDally…

Each day we begin again. The past is gone and the future has not arrived so we have today. Today it encompasses our world. What we want to accomplish is today. Our hope to help our fellow human beings is today. ‘Whatsoever they hand findeth to do, do it with thy might; for there is no work, nor device, nor knowledge, nor wisdom, in the grave, whither thou goest.’ Ecclesiastes 9:10

Love lost can be found. Relationships broken can be mended. Hope differed can be obtained. Rebuilding starts at daybreak.

‘Who knows how to write their name,’ Mrs. K said to her first-grade class on the first day?

Billy B announced that not only did he know how to write his name but write many other words. He strode to the blackboard as a conquering hero. Taking the chalk in his hand he winked at Mrs. K and began to write.

‘Oh goodness no Billy B…you can take your seat,’ Mrs K. said.

Before the class, some squiggles and marks were not dissimilar from the cuneiform script. Mrs. K was a kind teacher and told Billy B not to worry as he would soon be writing his heart out.

The mistaken script posing as cursive writing had disappeared…Mrs. K had erased it.