It’s Tuesday night here in Bangkok, and we in the ISB community have just received word that a high school student died today in an accident in the school swimming pool. An eleventh grade boy, with his whole life ahead of him, is gone. His future accomplishments, his future family, his future children, all gone. Although I don’t know the student or the family, I’m feeling quite shaken. Maybe it’s because I now have a sweet little boy of my own to take care of, to hope and dream for, to raise to be a man, and the thought of him disappearing from the world is absolutely unfathomable. Maybe it’s because I’ve been thinking a lot lately about family, about my brothers, and about how much we’re all missing out on by not maintaining relationships with each other. Maybe it’s because I tried to imagine what that boy’s parents must be experiencing right now, and if just imagining it brought tears to my eyes, what must the reality be like? Whatever the reason, I’m so so sad for the completely unfair and pointless loss the people in my community are experiencing right now. Tomorrow we’re being allowed to stay home, and I can guarantee that I will be spending the day with the people that matter most, doing the things that matter most. It can all be over in the blink of an eye, so go hug someone, write someone a kind letter, say something nice to someone, disconnect from the noise of our society, focus on the moment, and do something to make that moment beautiful.