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Dwight was wonderfully expressive with written word....from lyrics, to e-mails,
to poetry, to musings of life.
This is just a start.............
THE PAOMNNEHAL PWEOR OF THE HMUAN MNID
Aoccdrnig to a rscheearch at Cmabrigde Uinervtisy, it deosn't mttaer in waht
oredr the ltteers in a wrod are, the olny iprmoatnt tihng is taht the frist and
lsat ltteer be in the rghit pclae. The rset can be a taotl mses and you can
sitll raed it wouthit porbelm. Tihs is bcuseae the huamn mnid deos not raed
ervey lteter by istlef, but the wrod as a wlohe. Amzanig huh?
I thouhgt you mhgit lkie tihs
mbeay I wlil wtrie unsig caiotun in this mteohd hetrofroee
- from an email received January 20th, 2005
Clearly blown away
By what I saw today,
I think I wanna stay,
So let us all pray,
Why do we invest the time,
When so many things are in our prime?
We could waste the chance here forever,
Or proceed towards the New Endeavor.
- found scrawled on a piece of foam board
in Dwight's kitchen
Columbia..you led me from the past darkness in 1981
You reinforced my faith that the world can be better than they say
At the gas station Titusville Florida 3 AM ......April 12th 1981
One million people gathered to hear " the beep "
1/120th of the United States
No "beep" for 8 years.. John Young "roger go throttle up"
You led the way
I know you were just a machine...but have humans and machines ever been closer?
I saw you go by in the sky just weeks ago
You were the human spirit..You were selfless .You died yesterday.
The pretty girl from India was with you when you went.
Part of me went with
you...................................................................
- from an email received on February 2nd, 2003
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