My time at Taylor was some of the most unique and special years of my life. The days and months were occupied with developing life-long friends on the Penthouse at Sammy Morris (the original Morris Hall), playing intramural sports, having leisurely meals at the DC and ultimately trying to decide what I wanted to do with the rest of my life. As I reflect on my experience, two memories stand out above the rest. Most significantly is the memory of the relationships that were formed and cultivated during my time. I am blessed with friendships that began from awkward introductions and developed into lifelong ties that I thoroughly enjoy to this day, in spite of the miles that separate us. Taylor is where I met a girl named Gretchen (Voskuil ’97) in African American History class and who I soon realized I could not live without. Of course, the most important relationship, the one with my Lord and Savior, was nurtured and strengthened at TU into the foundation upon which I have built the rest of my life. The memory of a campus full of my peers worshiping at Chapel and collectively seeking to grow closer to Him is what made TU such an incredible place for me.
Not only did TU leave its indelible mark on my life, but I also feel that in perhaps the smallest of ways, I left a mark on Taylor. You see, up until the 1997-98 school year TU never had a lacrosse team. So during that year, my last year at TU, I was privileged to be part of a small group of guys who formed the first men’s team. I thoroughly enjoyed helping to pave the way for the future of TU lacrosse which, as I understand it, has grown exponentially, and I am forever thankful for the opportunity to be a part of such a great group of guys.
Happy 175 years, Taylor. Keep up the good work.
