This is my last metro-state column for the Star Tribune. It's the end of a journey I'll remember always.
I've met people in whom the human spirit burns bright. One was a 23-year-old Korean pianist who, through relentless practice, dazzles audiences around the world. Her dancing hands play intricate Chopin impromptus, though each hand has only two fingers.
Another was a Circle Pines woman who wasn't content to send flowers and a get-well card when the young son of a co-worker fell dangerously ill. Instead, she chose to give him life itself -- one of her own kidneys.
I've met Salvation Army workers whose love for others leads them out on subzero nights, searching for seemingly hopeless lives to resurrect. I've come to know courageous men and women in our armed services who sacrificed their own convenience to defend our nation and its ideals -- with their lives, if necessary.
I've come face to face with tragedy. In the process, though, I've learned of stories beyond the sadness -- stories of profound inspiration.
I wrote about one young man who lost his life in a car accident four days after his 26th birthday. His few years on Earth had been filled with such remarkable generosity of spirit that his funeral in Marshall, Minn., was moved to a university gym to accommodate all who wanted to attend.
Another man -- an artist -- was taken in his prime, losing a 20-year battle with a painful chronic disease. He learned to overcome suffering by embracing beauty wherever he found it.
I recall seeing him once, his car pulled off by the side of the highway. He was racing about, snapping photos of a brilliant sunset. Passing drivers gawked, but he was oblivious -- riveted on capturing this fleeting but magnificent burst of color.