When I got back to work today, those who knew why I took a couple days off wanted to know how our Reunion went. I had fun telling people what a great time we had.
I had to think. Retrace my footprints that night and picture who I spoke to.
Hmmm…then I was struck. Again. Man, I keep getting STRUCK this week over this silly reunion!!
The thing is, we didn’t really talk about all that stuff.
I know we have in our midst:
A fire fighter. Make that two.
An ex-pastor’s wife.
A construction worker.
A Drama teacher.
…um….but seriously, I’m embarrassed to say…
I really don’t know what the rest of my former classmates do for a living.
But what I was struck with was, none of that is what we talked about that night.
We talked about our families a little…
There was no One-Up-Man-Ship at our gathering on Friday night. I never sensed anyone feeling a need to impress the others with what they do or with what they have. Truly, we could have all been in the midst of Greatness and not known it. We spent our time just remembering our shared experiences as children and young teens, out in the country, in a a little school, in a valley called Pleasant.
And we knew it.