Feeling the wind on the end of a string…

After meeting Jimmy, life on campus changed. He made sure I was never lonely or bored…not that I had time to be bored. With his energy and pure passion for life, he celebrated everything.

One day, not long after we’d met, Jimmy asked me if I’d ever flown a kite. I had to think for a moment, and then I realized that I’d totally missed that experience in my childhood.

“We’ll soon take care of that” he said, and that Saturday morning, he picked me up at the dorm armed with two kites, each with a long tail, and lots of string. It was perfect kite weather…warm with a wonderful breeze. We walked to a large hill behind the campus where he proceeded to attempt to teach me the basics of launching and flying a kite. I’d run as fast as I could and try to get my kite off the ground, and he’d end up laughing at my antics.

Finally, my kite caught an updraft and the wind took it…higher and higher and higher. I felt the strong tug of a kite hundreds of feet in the air and realized what an amazing thing I’d missed as a child.

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