From The Storyteller
Nov. 25, 2019
Hello All: It is the Monday before Thanksgiving and this story is dedicated each and every one of you. Enjoy. Doug
Elaine, “Is that the same sweater?” Me, looking at my high school yearbook pictures from my freshman, sophomore and junior years, “Yes, I really liked that sweater.” Speed reading a yearbook is impossible, so for the next hour high school history was shared. Recognizing the pictures and reading the things my friends wrote was fun, yet I confess trying to remember details didn’t work so well.
My ten-year high school reunion had more than a few surprises, but after that life had a way of making other reunions not happen, which led to stories from those days getting pretty fuzzy.
I remembered that “Tex” was our senior class president and also the captain of the football team. I remembered Barbara his girl-friend was captain of the cheerleaders (Yes, I had a crush on her she didn’t know about). Beyond that people and stories become pretty blurred.
Which brings me to what I didn’t remember. All those regular kids I ran with, the ones who were so important back then, all became a part of a universal “we”. Stories about “what we did” become pretty vague when getting around to who the “we” were. Which leads me to point out that Elaine and I moved to Lubbock 2+ years ago and we continue to meet new, fascinating people almost every single day.
Which causes me to offer my heart felt “thank you” to literally 10’s of thousands of individuals who have made an impact on my life. I may not remember exactly what we “did” or “didn’t do” together, but I truly am thankful you’ve been a part of my life story.
Each of you is a gift, the salt and pepper in our lives, and while in the future I may the confuse details, your gift today is greatly appreciated.
Moral: Just saying, Thank you.