Dear Diary,
I have returned from my ritual early evening nap. During my sleep I dreamed about a student killed in a road-rage accident. He was happy and quite alive while I looked upon him and his family in my sleep. Now I am sad thinking of him and the devastation visited upon the entire community. He was a good and cheerful lad. I think I will tell you about Emily instead of Maria, DD. She wrote a simple yet touching poem about the usefulness and purpose of a good person's life:
NOT IN VAIN
Emily Dikinson
If I can stop one heart from breaking,
I shall not live in vain;
If I can ease one life the aching,
Or cool one pain,
Or help one fainting robin
Unto his nest again,
I shall not live in vain.
Enough said.......................