Time Can Work Wonders
Talk about a blast from the past. I have a MySpace profile and I mostly use it to reconnect with old friends from high school and college. I’ve been successful in finding a few folks. I’m actually surprised by how many people in my age group don’t use social networking.
Anyway, today I got a friend request and when I went to check it out, I found myself looking at the profile of a friend I had not seen since the tenth grade. She had dropped out of school to enter drug rehab and from there she and her family moved along to a new town, a new state even. I have not heard from her since at least 1986. When you have 21 years to catch up with someone, a lot of lengthy e-mails tend to be exchanged in a very short time. We eventually just ended up giving up on the e-mails and calling one another.
I would not have imagined in a million years she would turn out so beautifully, so happy and peaceful. She was a troubled girl. We had been friends since second grade, so we remained close in high school, even though she started to sink deeper and deeper into drugs, truancy and close calls with the police. I suppose always imagined she would end up a young casualty of a hard-fast life.
It turns out she is a real estate attorney, married and the mother of a young son. She is clean, sober, and so at peace with life that I felt residual bliss just talking to her.
Hurray for time healing wounds.
That’s cool.
I’m glad that you found a nice blast from the past.
I’m not interested in seeing anyone from my high school years.
You know that song “Texas in my rearview mirror” by Mac Davis?
Sums it up for me…with the exception of the ending when he’s all happy about going back and being buried in Lubbock, Texas in his jeans.
Man, that’s a good number.
Gonna have to find it on my compilation CDs…
Hmmm…
food for thought indeed.