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Sure sure . . . haven't updated in something nearing a year. So kill me.
I lurk though.
So I know everything about you and have given you nothing in return.
Yeah, I deserve a bloody nose.
And I won't even hit back.
My silence however has been forcefully broken: I just received word that a friend and mentor has passed away. I feel I owe her an ode. After Brodie H. Brockie, this woman was the next to inspire me to pursue a theatre career. She wasn't the most talented of my mentors to date, nor did she teach me anything especially amazing (for I've had to re-learn it all in college) but C. Lee Ralston, Marshall high school theatre director, was the first adult to place trust in my abilities on the stage, and this is what has mattered most.
Surprisingly it was the acting side of theatre into which I was first thrown but, having no one else to perform the task, she soon let me design the scenery for the last two shows of my high school years. And in this I found a career. Nearly four years later I'm preparing a leap into the professional world of both scenic and lighting design, fresh from college, and she is no longer alive to thank.
In nearly four years I put off contacting her . . . no visits to her hospital bed when she was ill, no phone calls or emails. Sadly this is a tendency of mine toward most people I have departed from. I let people slip away. Now, painfully, it is catching up to give me that bloody nose I deserve. She will never know how much of her fault my life's direction really is. And it's a lot. C. Lee Ralston was a wonderful woman, and a dear friend. It was only inevitable that she would pass on soon, but she didn't wait around long enough for me to realize this.
I lurk though.
So I know everything about you and have given you nothing in return.
Yeah, I deserve a bloody nose.
And I won't even hit back.
My silence however has been forcefully broken: I just received word that a friend and mentor has passed away. I feel I owe her an ode. After Brodie H. Brockie, this woman was the next to inspire me to pursue a theatre career. She wasn't the most talented of my mentors to date, nor did she teach me anything especially amazing (for I've had to re-learn it all in college) but C. Lee Ralston, Marshall high school theatre director, was the first adult to place trust in my abilities on the stage, and this is what has mattered most.
Surprisingly it was the acting side of theatre into which I was first thrown but, having no one else to perform the task, she soon let me design the scenery for the last two shows of my high school years. And in this I found a career. Nearly four years later I'm preparing a leap into the professional world of both scenic and lighting design, fresh from college, and she is no longer alive to thank.
In nearly four years I put off contacting her . . . no visits to her hospital bed when she was ill, no phone calls or emails. Sadly this is a tendency of mine toward most people I have departed from. I let people slip away. Now, painfully, it is catching up to give me that bloody nose I deserve. She will never know how much of her fault my life's direction really is. And it's a lot. C. Lee Ralston was a wonderful woman, and a dear friend. It was only inevitable that she would pass on soon, but she didn't wait around long enough for me to realize this.