Holly Hobby
Wayne,
Apologies for my lengthy posts.
Confession: from these forums is inspiration for writing, most of which is modified for my blog, this one included. NEVER is any real person identified in my writing for the public. Neither do I, or have I, published under my real name. I have no control over the privacy and security of either forum, but anything or anyone I write will never be identifiable.
The ongoing Sue Daly investigation will not be played out on either forum. If at all, the story fictionalized on a larger platform.
Despite my atrocious language, God is my everything. He is first. We've made a deal about my swearing. I sense God saying, "look. I have enough on my hands. Swear if you must. But only on occasion. If that's your worst sin, I'll see you when you get here."
I like you, Wayne. I read your posts through the eyes of a journalist. I don't, can't do that with everyone. Some people emanate an authenticity too compelling to ignore. Your's is one of them.
It’s been a little over 10 years that Martha Mize Mareth conned me into reconnecting with RHS classmates, after which I began to reconnect after which I reconnected with other classmates, among them those who neither read or contribute to either forum, instead through classmates who cut/pasted and emailed from the forums.
Over time came stories with stinging memory of denigration, humiliation and invisibility at the hand of classmates throughout high school. I began to see a pattern. My heart broke with upon realization of classmates abused by a fellow classmate, long ago. Only a tone-deaf jerk would say, “get over it. You’ve been a grown-up a long time.”
Lost on those believing a long-time friend, also a classmate, can be trusted not to repeat something shared among close friends only, in failure to figure out at least one of them isn't so trustworthy after all. Coupled with high speed technology where gossip travels faster than a ta Blackbird SR-71 can fly, the end result is palpable pain inflicted on an innocent party. Along with it, proof of an old pattern that needs to end. Will it? No, of course not.
Toxic people are everywhere. Blessedly the overwhelming majority of our classsmates are antithetical to toxic. People humanly flawed; good people but not so good they bore us to death. We want to be among people who light the way. Lift up and encourage. Who don't hide behind meanness with "I was only joking." People who catch us when we fall. People capable of reading our words trying to understand the person behind them.
We want to be among those who make us laugh when we feel like crying. People who don't take themselves too seriously. Those who help cushion life’s devastating blows. People trustworthy of our thoughts. People who love easily, unconditionally and without criterion. Those who hold us accountable, in heartfelt effort to make us better.
We want to be among those who do not know how to hold a grudge. Who easily forgive easily, knowing there will never be an apology. Among people who say “I love you”without first calculating the minutes, days, hours, weeks, months and years we've known them--fearful of wasting the words on someone who might not be loveable after all. We want to be among classmates whose presence in each other’s lives is a blessing.
They're out there. Lots and lots of them.. Right here. Among our classmates, they're all around us. We just have to find them. Then do our part to hold onto them forever.
Thank you for your presence in my life, Wayne.
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