| Page 8 Simon smiled. �Okay, but just one.� As our lips touched for the second time this time I knew exactly what I was doing. I let myself get lost in it drifting in a dream world I had worked so hard to get away from. As I kissed Simon back I recalled the very wise words of a very wise man named Gandhi. He said that people need to be the change they want to see in the world. I�ve interpreted that for my own use. From now on I will try to be the change I want to see in myself. Epilogue: Wedding Bells Two years later I sat on a stiff pew waiting for the wedding to begin. I saw the ushers leading in mothers of the bride and groom so the wedding was about to start. Emily was seated next to me by the usher. She already had tears in her eyes and began fumbling around in her purse for something that turned out to be a minibottle. I gaped at her. �I need this,� she told me noticing my gaze. �I always bawl like a baby at weddings but this time it�s my baby.� �How will a mini bottle of rum help?� I asked. Emily shrugged. �I don�t know but it sure tastes good.� I shook my head laughing. Simon was watching us from the altar tugging on his collar and looking embarrassed. Only Emily would drink rum during her son�s wedding. She never changed. As for Simon, well he had done a pretty good job of changing himself. The day before I left for college I had told him that quote from Gandhi and how I planned to use it. Instead of laughing at me he had taken it to heart. As I watched All walk down the aisle, Simon fidget with growing nervousness and Emily chug rum I realized that sometimes dead men can really help. Whether they�re Gandhi or and 18-year-old kid named D.T. |