It is almost midnight.  I just used the excuse of my battery bank being low in order to excuse myself from a “chat” I was having on Face Book.  I would have stayed for much longer, as I encountered a new friend, the sister of someone I knew in Austin, Texas many years ago.

This person showed up in a photo on another friend’s page.  It turns out she is the sister of someone I had been friends with for a short time.  I cannot even remember how we met, her sister and I.  It was probably some time when I was tagging along with my older sister, visiting people.

Now, over forty years later, it bothers me that I cannot remember more.  One thing so good about being able to get online, on to Face Book, is that I come across these connections to the past.  I live this secluded life away from the hustle and bustle of the big city, sometimes feeling as though I am alone on the planet.  When I find someone from the past, from my days in Austin, it is invigorating, inspiring.  I realize that were I to return to Austin, I might find people with whom I have much in common.  Especially now, since I have outgrown being shy and am much more open.  If there is anything positive to be said about getting older, it is that one becomes less fearful, at least in my own experience.  The next time I make a trip to my old hometown, I will seek out my new Face Book friend, hoping she will have the time for a visit.

Today I went to town to do some laundry and to get gasoline.  I thought I was going to have the Laundromat all to myself, until a young woman came in with a lot of laundry.  We started talking and it turned out she is the daughter of someone I met in the last four months.  By the time I was finished folding my clothes, we had talked about all sorts of things.  When I invited her to come out to our place, she was interested to do so and gave me her phone number so that I could call her to give her directions.  This week I will call her, invite her out.  Maybe even her mother will come too.

Driving up the mountain to go home, I mused on how small our world is.  When we are open, opportunities for communication and sharing appear.  For me, it is quite refreshing to encounter anyone willing to share anything of themselves.  Twice in one day I had this pleasure, that of meeting someone with whom I had never before spoken.  Who knows, later on we may find out we are long time old friends.

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3 Responses to Connections

  1. You can definitely see your skills in the work you write. The world hopes for even more passionate writers like you who are not afraid to say how they believe. Always follow your heart.

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