My first night on TexAgs

A couple of trolling posts on the general thread, and I end up here...

I was on a one year stint as an exchange student when the Bonfire fell, and although I saw the pictures broadcast on TV during daylight, I did not, could not, understand the magnitude of the situation.

Two years later, my younger brother was accepted to A&M. He left for Fish Camp, and when he came home, he was an Aggie, although I could not understand what that meant, I knew he had changed

We talked alot about the Traditions of A&M, and it sure seemed like a lot of fun and fuss, but it seemed uncalled for. It was just a school.

Once when I went to visit my brother at College Station, he was surfing the 'net, looking at Aggie sites. He showed me a website dedicated to Bonfire and in memory of those lost. When he choked through the story of Tim, and showed me that picture, no words can describe the epiphany. I was HOME. The tearful session that followed, finally seeing and FEELING the awe at the men and women who wear Maroon and White, is a moment for my brother and I. Were it not for Tim, and Aggies like him, I would still be lost.

I would have loved to have known Tim in life.

I would type some humble attempt to close this post, for I fear it rambled, but I defer instead to that picture of Tim. It says all anyone ever needs to about who Tim was, and who Aggies try to be.

[This message has been edited by SeaAGGIE05 (edited 3/29/2003 3:25a).]