My 50thhigh school reunion was held this past weekend and it was great to see so many former classmates and friends. Many brought their yearbooks, complete with the things we wrote to each other back then: words filled with affection, hope, sorrow and pain. Others brought memorabilia and pictures that also sparked talk of the things we did and how we felt all those years ago: it really did feel like yesterday. As we matched faces and nametags there were expressions of amazement as the memories flooded back: the things we recalled along with the songs the DJ played from 1968 transported us back in time. The evening, like these intervening years, passed too quickly and as we started to leave it was apparent that the pain of parting all those years ago was nothing compared to the joy of meeting again. We really can’t go back in time, but these remembrances and realizations are good for the soul. The moral of this story: know that sometime in the future you’ll probably be looking back on how you lived your life today.
Charles Dickens (1812 – 1870): English writer and social critic regarded by many as the greatest novelist of the Victorian era