Bloggers write for a myriad of reasons. Some write because they truly have something to say, or are experts on a particular subject. Others write because they see a wrong being perpetrated and want others to know about it. Still other bloggers write because it is therapeutic, and maybe even cathartic. Personally, I write for all of these reasons, but I also write because I want to remember. I want a recording of all of my experiences in preparation for the day when my organic memory fails me.
Having said this; have you ever been a part of something really special? Have you ever belonged to something that in any given time and place was truly extraordinary? Did you realize it right away, or did it take some time to sink in? I am sure that athletes who participate in team sports have experienced this feeling of euphoria that I am talking about. The 1972 Miami Dolphins have felt it, as have the 1927 New York Yankees, as have the Boston Celtic teams of the 1960’s. I, having never been a professional athlete, have never felt that feeling. Until now.
I was humbled to be able to attend my 30-year high school class reunion. Humbled not because I never thought I would be here, but humbled to be in the presence of so many great people! Humbled because try as I might, my accomplishments over the past 30 years pale in comparison to the giants I attended high school with. These men and women have accepted the challenges of today’s society with the same determination of the championship teams I mentioned. And many have done it with the same rate of success. And it is an honor to say that I knew them before they became world-beaters. I knew them before they became Kappas and Omegas. Before Deltas and AKAs. I knew them before they became CEOs and entrepreneurs. Before they became nurses and ministers. I even knew them before they took up arms in defense of this great nation. I knew these people when they were bright-eyed 15 year olds trying to figure out this world and how they were going to make their individual mark on it.
When we got together after 10 years, we were still making our way. We were still young and energetic, and moved about at a frenetic pace. We were still eager to learn, but we were like caged thoroughbreds, ready to romp at our own unbridled pace. Look out world, here we come!
After 20 years we assembled again, having realized we had lost some of our classmates along the way. We still had the same energy, but we were more focused. Some of us had started to emerge professionally as we moved up the corporate ladder. Others had started to make an impact in our communities. Still others had struck out on their own in search of entrepreneurial freedom. But when we came together it was high school all over again. Titles and accomplishments got left at the door as it was and will always be, about the common love we have for each other.
Now here we are 30 years post-graduation, and looking better than ever! More accomplished, more confident, and more complete. We are now the leaders in our communities, the go-to people professionally, and even the patriarchs and matriarchs of our families. We volunteer in our churches, our communities and stand ready to help those in need. We have not only become parents, we have become OUR parents. Our conversations still remain zany, but now they have evolved from juvenile pursuits to more important things like deficits and wars, and unemployment. Conversations which at are not only thought-provoking, but intriguing. In the past week I have become reacquainted with some of the most special people in my lifetime, and I will be forever grateful for the opportunity to reconnect with this fine group of people and I look forward to the next opportunity to do it again.