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When I was a young man 9/19/2012 9:04:58 AM
When I was a young man, friends seemed like they would last forever. We didn't know what the world would be like but we were eager to find out. Often I would pass them in a school hallway and like myself forging our own pathways in a course called LIFE. Life---how much we hold on to it and relish each moment, convinced we are going to achieve the elusive dreams still whispering to us outside a boring classroom.
When I was in High Scool a classmate lost his younger brother due to his drinking and driving. His car hit a tree.I recall his older brother fighting back tears in class-what does one say in such a time?I'm now in my late 50's and tho that young man died at 16, time seemed to stop that year.
Another classmate just after graduation, was in New York City on a trip and what was I suppose a means of celebrating the end of school. He came out of a bar late one night and tried to break up a street fight between 2 younger kids-sadly one of them stabbed him in the stomach and he died before help arrived-he was only 18. His death still doesn't make sense to me. Two young lives. One in school-the other just after graduation slipping into eternity. I've lost track of other friends-one joined the army and the other got into martial Arts. If I went on I could talk about another friend who in a time when I could have used his support abandoned me to lies that were spread about me. This same friend went on to become a respectable Teacher and is now retitred-even a girl I once loved and yet she rejected me.
Its hard to let go of old friends or visit the past or remember a girl you once loved is not the guy she wants-the last I heard she was married and with several children-I wish her and all the others the best.
Life- we either seize each moment with desire to get the best or we run down paths even Angels fear to tread.I'm not sure if any one from my past ever thinks of me. When they are alone or looking at old yearbooks do they ever think-" Whatever became of....."I hope I see all of them in Heaven some day but I won't count on it-its what Life is all about-the Freedom to choose our own paths and that's not news BUT that too is Reality.
