This is my third entry for the first day of 1998. Marcus and I went to see Amistad this afternoon; a very good movie filled with wonderful moments. I cried when they talked about my savior and described his life in the wonderful way they did.
So, about 1997.
I remember sleeping through the last night of 1996. I spent the first evening of 1997 with Christy’s family playing cards. I haven’t seen that family since Christi and Patti were burned back in May. I remember the smell of Dawn during Children of A Lesser God. I miss that show. Of all I have performed at Lees-McRae, that is my favorite. I remember touching Abigail’s face for the first time and kissing Jeni again and not really knowing why. I remember my hundreds of hours spent with Dan, Allen, Vince, and Curtis. They are the greatest guys ever created. I remember my trip to Ft. Walton Beach, and when Emily lost a bit of her beauty in my eyes. I remember the box office and Lindy’s funny stories. I remember rooming with Dan and talking with Marisa. I remember the orientations and meeting Sarah for the first time. I remember my weekend trips in September, regaining Abigail’s friendship, and perfect days spent in Hilton Head. I remember spending hours in The Misanthrope script. I remember the beautiful girl who took the time to touch me. I remember my Christmas tree and my love for Sarah growing.
A peaceful year.
So, I’ll begin this one now.
Nineteen Hundred Ninety-Eight.
I give it to you God!
