|The kid and I went to |
high school here.
I remember a kid who scored more than 1,000 points in his four years of basketball, and I remember his quiet humility the night he hit #1,000. The gym exploded in applause. The coach was off his feet, his hands waving in the air, as happy and proud as we had ever seen him, and he was a very happy guy.
I remember a kid back in college who, like me, majored in pool and ping pong and, what do you know, flunked out the same semester I did, and who, like me, later returned to college and graduated with honors.
I hadn't seen this kid since our first class reunion many years ago, too many years ago, far too long ago. But a funny thing happened. After missing each other for decades at school reunions -- he would go but I wouldn't, then I would go but he wouldn't, that kind of thing -- we finally met up at our 45th reunion. And it was good.
Then, on a recent visit to Florida, my wife and I had lunch with this kid and his lovely wife, and life, to me, had come full circle.
And it was good. Very good, indeed.