When Victoria spoke after this morning’s Shared Silence, I realized that she’d come away from the memorial service for Mack with the same inner question, “How can I be more like Mack?”
An around-the-cabin discussion followed, with much glowing praise for the lost friend. I agreed with every word, and yet I felt as if Mack, had he been among us, would have remarked—with that impish twinkle in his eye—”Man, did I ever pull a fast one on you all…”