Ripper
2007-08-17 09:49:45
The last story is very sad, but it might not be as bad as it sounds.
A classmate of mine in high school wanted to go to Stanford. It was his only choice, he was totally focused on it. He room was decorated with Stanford stuff. It wasn’t from his parents – they were very middle class, both had graduated from state schools. He got wait listed.
A couple of weeks later he was killed in a fluke accident, he fell while lifting weights and broke his neck.
Some of us, including his little brother, got together and called Stanford’s admissions office and explained the situation. They sent a letter of acceptance. He was laid to rest with it.
