I tossed and turned all night; couldn’t sleep a wink. I was reeling from the weekend in Sacramento. I took my students to the Leadership Institute and lectured on “Character Development through Adventure Based Education.” I was perplexed why I couldn’t rest, as I could average only four hours of sleep at night.
Dawn never comes when you wait for it. The night gets blacker and so does one’s thoughts. Salvation from nocturnal demons comes only through activity. As I folded my second load of laundry, I found the catharsis between my fears and my restlessness. Simone was leaving on a field trip. It would be her first time away from home and I was not prepared for this eventuality.
Tempered by the mean streets of the Bronx and by experiencing unparalleled violence, I’ve fashioned a toughness that has assured my survival. Now none of that mattered. Simone would be gone for five days and I felt listless.