With that in mind, I certainly don't mind if those around me pray. I understand that prayer serves a purpose for others. Further, I can appreciate, to some extent, when people include me in their prayers. No, I don't want people to pray that I realize the error of my ways and ask their god to have mercy on my soul so that I will not burn in a fiery pit for all eternity. I view that as garden variety condescension. On the other hand, when others speak to their god, thank their god for my friendship and visit and ask their god for my continued safety, it makes me feel appreciated, accepted, and loved.
It's nice to be thought about. Though one could express these sentiments to me directly, I'm no less flattered to overhear them as somebody expresses them to their god. Thank you, D and M, for inviting me into your home, feeding my body and mind, and thinking enough about me to pray for me. I am thankful that I knew you in high school and that I know you now. I wish the best for you in the future as you progress in your lives and careers. Keep doing good.
Blast from the frickin' past. My mind holds a lot of interesting memories, but that town and those people apparently hold the key that unlocks them.
I'm proud of the lives they lead now. They aren't mine to be proud of, but I am anyways. I like that N, H, J, and K all work at local schools, and I love that they all seem to really enjoy it. It's where they want to be and it just seems to make sense in my mind. I couldn't be happier for them or their students.
My old eccentric math teacher use to say something like, "If you have to ask, you'll never know." I asked him what that was supposed to mean and, consequently, I guess I never knew. Whatever. But maybe we all have that feeling about something in our lives. Either you get it or you don't. It can't be explained to others or even necessarily understood by the person who does get it. As I contemplate my time with those four familiar faces, I might be getting it, but don't ask me to explain it. To me, they weretinytown. Now, they are tinytown. And I'm glad to have been a part of it with them, both as a kid, and as an adult for one great afternoon.