Malcolm X is Icarus

And what happens when you fly too close to the sun? Huh? You crash and burn. That's what.

Sorry just got finished writing my critical perspectives paper on the autobiography of Malcom X. Kinda awesome book. So what was my paper's topic? Oh, I am so glad you asked. It was about whether or not Malcolm X truly worshiped the Muslim faith, or in actuality did he worship Elijah Muhammad? I know I know, not terribly original. But what can I say, I was low on time. Time, time is my natural enemy. Oh and calories. Shoot, turns out that the list just goes on and on and on. And on.

Anyway speaking of natural enemies. Saw my X today, and his wife. He hugged my mom and asked how we were doing. I was just kind of stunned. Without really going into it, this is a man who really should never speak to me again. But I am proud of myself. Why? Because:

I started to hyperventilate, but I didn't.
I almost passed out, but I didn't.
I thought I was going to throw up, but I didn't do that either.

What I did do, was say hello. Coo appropriately over their brand new babies photo. And ever so effortlessly maintain my dignity. I love that.

I think it was Gods way of reminding me that I'm still alive, still breathing, and yes oh yes better than ever. I guess everyone flies too close to the sun at one point or another.

Today was a good day.