Warren: Dear Ndugu... you'll be glad to know... that Jeannie's wedding came off without a hitch (smoothly). She and Randall are on their way to sunny Orlando... on my nickel, of course. As for me, I’m headed back to Omaha. I’m driving straight through this time... and I’ve made only one stop... the impressive new arch over the interstate... at Carney, Nebraska... an arch that commemorates... the courage and determination of the pioneers... who crossed the state on their way west.
You've really got to see it to believe it... and it kind of got me thinking. Looking at all that history... and reflecting on the achievements... of people long ago put things into perspective (to compare something to other things so that it can be accurately and fairly judged).
My trip to Denver is so insignificant... compared to the journeys that others have taken... the bravery that they've shown... the hardships they've endured. I know we're all pretty small in the big scheme of things (the way things are organized or happen in a particular situation, or the way someone wants them to be organized)... and I suppose the most you can hope for... is to make some kind of difference.
But what kind of difference have I made? What in the world is better because of me? When I was out in Denver... I tried to do the right thing... tried to convince Jeannie she was making a big mistake... but I failed. Now she's married to that nincompoop (a foolish or stupid person)... and there's nothing I can do about it. I am weak... and I am a failure. There's just no getting around it (to succeed in avoiding or solving a problem).
Relatively soon, I will die. Maybe in twenty years, maybe tomorrow. It doesn't matter. Once I am dead, and everyone who knew me dies, too... it will be as though I never even existed.
What difference has my life made to anyone? None that I can think of. None at all. Hope things are fine with you. Yours truly, Warren Schmidt.