A life is a string a moments, min­gled with the moments of oth­ers. And from one moment to another things change, lives change.

One of those moments was this past Friday when an acci­dent resulted in the death of a student.

It is in these moments that we pause for reflec­tion on our own mor­tal­ity. These moments, fleet­ing, remind us to cher­ish and sup­port one another.

For each mem­ory that is shared, we must persevere.

For each heart­beat that is extin­guished, we must fol­low our own hearts.

For each dream that did not come true, we must fur­ther strengthen our resolve.

A moment, a pulse, a thought or prayer, all of them are fleet­ing and all of them are chang­ing our world.

In this instance, we share in a moment of tragedy, and while there are so many moments in our days, there are never enough to waste on anger. There are not enough to blame or hate.

Eventually there will be peace for the fam­i­lies of those stu­dents impacted by this tragedy. One can only hope that their moment comes soon.