Drop Dead Fred.
All day today, I felt like there had been a shift in the atmosphere. Like the earth had been holding its breath and had just exhaled. The light seemed almost dazzlingly bright. The sky seemed just a little bit more blue. And I wasn't the only person who noticed: There was a current of heightened awareness and expectation - almost giddiness - running through my class today. My service recipient, who has been having a week of sullen, teenager-ish behavior, was positively bursting with joy and laughter today.
I chalked it up to the long-overdue arrival of spring, after the most brutal winter North Carolina has had in a decade. But a few minutes ago, I learned the real reason why: Fred Phelps is dead. The source of untold amounts of hatefulness and intolerance, who brought so much anguish and rage to so many people, is gone.
And as a result, the world is just a little bit brighter.
I chalked it up to the long-overdue arrival of spring, after the most brutal winter North Carolina has had in a decade. But a few minutes ago, I learned the real reason why: Fred Phelps is dead. The source of untold amounts of hatefulness and intolerance, who brought so much anguish and rage to so many people, is gone.
And as a result, the world is just a little bit brighter.