Dr. Modisette truly impacted every student he crossed paths with along life's journey. I have very fond memories of him and am thankful I was able to thank him in person for the impact he had on my life and the poem I used to do so is just as fitting today as it was in the spring of 1982:
An old man, going a lone highway,
Came at the evening cold and gray
To a chasm vast and deep and wide
Through which was flowing a swollen tide.
The old man crossed in the twilight dim;
The rapids held no fears for him.
But he turned when safe on the other side
And built a bridge to span the tide.
“Old man,” cried a fellow pilgrim near,
“You’re wasting your time in building here.
Your journey will end with the closing day;
You never again will pass this way.
You have crossed the chasm deep and wide;
Why build you this bridge at even-tide?”
The builder lifted his old gray head.
“Good friend, in the path I have come,” he said,
“There follows after me today
A youth whose feet must pass this way.
This stream, which has been as naught to me,
To that fair youth may a pitfall be.
He too must cross in the twilight dim —
Good friend, I am building this bridge for him.”
To a great "bridge builder", you will be missed but not forgotten by all the youth who crossed one of your many bridges. Terri Alford Stark BSBA 1982