These are my band buddies - the 2 Ednas and the "greatest bassoonist" in the band.
Kay, Edna and Cheryl rejecting evil in any form.
Our friend, Manuel, moved from Harlingen to San Antonio after 9th grade. We met in band in the 8th grade. He played alto sax and I played the flute. Due to the seating arrangement, much of the time we sat opposite each other so there was plenty of time to look up from our music making to gaze at each other.
Oh, the innocence of first love. What I remember is a funny, smart and kind young man with a gentle spirit to whom I could talk for hours. I also remember that he was the center of a bit of girl competition.
It broke my heart when he moved, but everything happens for a reason and life has taken its prescribed course for both of us.
Through Facebook I have recently reconnected with all these people. It is so fun to see familiar faces (albeit 38 years later) and feel the years slip away. It is all too easy to wonder what if...what if he didn't move, what if my family hadn't moved the following year, what if I had pursued music, what if.....
Spending too much time on the what ifs of life causes one to miss the reality that we are who we are because of our choices and the consequences they bring. For those of us trusting in God we know that He guides and protects those who trust in and lean on Him.
Life is a blessing not to be taken lightly. Embrace yours and those you love.
Hugs....
Sheryl
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