Letter: 'Buck up, get your books out and get to work'
The year was 1975. I was a freshman at North Dakota State University. One Saturday morning, a friend was hit by a car while crossing University Drive. Her name was Rochelle Taves from Casselton, N.D.
Shelley suffered severe brain injuries. She was kept on life support until her organs were harvested and given to others.
We were 18, and it was the first time I and others experienced death on such a personal level. In our dorm and on campus, we were grief-stricken.
Then after hearing the news, we got up on Monday morning and went to class. We attended her funeral and got on with our lives. In private, we cried and cried for weeks, as did even some men on the Bison football team. Tears still come to my eyes as I write this, more than 40 years later. It wasn't fair.
But life is not fair.
Friday was Veterans Day. I ask myself, how would today's students cope if World War III was declared, and missiles started falling on North Dakota? What if the students were shot and wounded or buried a spouse, brother or sister serving their country?
What about getting a diagnosis of a terminal illness? Or living in fear of a food shortage, an epidemic or the loss of a child?
To the NDSU administration that sent an e-mail describing where students—distraught after Trump's victory—could get counseling and to the students themselves, I say get a grip. It was an election. Buck up, get out of bed, get your books out and get to work. It is good therapy.
Try going to church and finding God if you haven't already. Developing faith and trust in God will serve you well during the hard times in your life. Believe me, they will come.
Or if nothing else, do something kind and good for someone who is suffering or is in need.
In short, get over yourselves. And shame on those who use this election as an excuse for having a temper tantrum and disrespecting elected officials.