tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4956989639073843954.post2396636245288413685..comments2024-03-15T03:17:53.587-04:00Comments on Science teacher: Thoughts on a dead red-winged blackbirddoylehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12901661320505882735noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4956989639073843954.post-55353230276274861612016-02-16T14:53:09.268-05:002016-02-16T14:53:09.268-05:00Dear Mary Ann,
Thanks for the words. Thinking of ...Dear Mary Ann,<br /><br />Thanks for the words. Thinking of you.doylehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12901661320505882735noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4956989639073843954.post-3295022261562067802016-02-16T14:41:56.775-05:002016-02-16T14:41:56.775-05:00Such a poignant observation: "His job is to m...Such a poignant observation: "His job is to maximize the finite number of times my heart will beat; mine is to maximize what I do with the beats I have left." Counting allows us to appear to hold steady what is always in flux.<br /><br />Thanks for this.Mary Ann Reillyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14349201167828984708noreply@blogger.com