If our hopes and affections are spiritual, they come from above, not from beneath, and they bear as of old the fruits of the Spirit.
—Mary Baker Eddy, Science and Health with Key to the Scriptures
Sometimes you plan a trip. Stick to the map. Arrive at the appointed destination. But sometimes you let the spirit move you, and you let the trip just happen—carrying you to an unexpected place that energizes you, even transforms you. Recently, I took just such a spirit-of-the-moment conversational journey with on a spring afternoon here in Boston. Join us, as a comment I made about my daughter's first year in college triggers Evan's flashback to his own college days ...
I got accepted at Stanford. But it was very expensive. My parents said, "Farming is tough now. We can't afford to send you there, but, Evan, if you can pay your own way then you can go." So I went. No aid, no scholarships. I earned my way through Stanford. I ran out of money the first quarter of my senior year, but I had enough credits, so I graduated early. I was ready to get out into the real world anyway!
