I LIKE HIM—-DID HE EVER SING ABOUT DARWIN’S FINCHES? I HAVE THE LYRICS HERE SOMEWHERE….WHEN I DID!!!!
Mr. Showers, my high school biology teacher, was an odd dude. I’ll never forget the time, for example, that he stood on his desk and strummed a guitar while belting out a ditty that started with, “I am a cell, I am only a cell.” I don’t know that I grasped everything he was trying to teach with his unconventional lessons, but there is one thing he taught me that I’ll never forget.
“I know what it’s like being a teenager,” he told my class. “You’re worried about how you look and being cool and popular and you’re comparing yourselves to others and thinking that you just don’t measure up. But I want to tell you that all of you are incredibly lucky just to be alive. Do you know what the chances of you being born are?”
He answered this question with complex statistics that made me grasp that my existence…
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