I knew Jim.
For a very brief window of time.
We were in Mrs. Elder's 6th grade class, Beverly Vista, Beverly Hills.
Unlike many other kids, Jim was a good guy; a great guy. He ran
for class president. I supported him.
Many years later, I
heard Jim had transcended to whatever awaits beyond.
Just recently, I awakened from a dream thinking of Jim.
So, I Googled his name, and found this book, published three decades after he succumbed (much too young) to a brain tumor.
I’m reading it now.
It is a book everyone should read.
Cancer robbed the world of someone who would have become a
great writer, even though he chose medical school as his path in life.
And I feel so sad that someone so talented, with so much to
offer, was forced to depart this world so young.
But he left his mark.
This book.
Read it.
But he left his mark.
This book.
Read it.
