I came across a story about one of my favorite writers ...
John Thoreau was the brother of famous American writer and Transcendentalist, Henry David Thoreau. In the winter of 1841, while taking part in his daily shave, John Thoreau cut himself with his razor. A few days later he came down with lockjaw and died in Henry David's arms. His brother's death devastated Thoreau. He didn't talk to his family or write in his journal for weeks.
Thoreau's good friend, Ralph Waldo Emerson, suggested that he go spend some time out in the woods alone near a pond called Walden. Thoreau took this sage advice, and one of America's greatest essays was born. All thanks to shaving.
Out of a tragedy can come great inspiration. I’ve had some tragedy in the past few years. I will post some of my thoughts over the next few days in reference to that.
Until then…
Be good to one another.
