At this point, we at the university have an opportunity to redefine our own future. If we turn away from it and let it go by, we'll have to look at its back. At the whistlestop, on the pole by the tracks, there was some kind of hook that enabled the train, as it sped through town, to grab that mailbag. Our institution has to be in a position that it is not passed by. We have to make the choices when we have the chance.
Every day is that once.
It's about the process of making choices, and I guess I've chosen to run beside the train.