(Songs of the day: "No Son of Mine" - Genesis and "Harder, Better, Faster, Stronger" - Daft Punk)
Hello,
Going into church on Sunday, I was looking forward to another service at St. Paul since I decided to go back for a little bit to test the waters myself to see how things were going. Well I'm happy to say that having my best friend Christina there and my old pre-school/pre-kindergarten teacher there, makes it all the more better.
It was time to get my Pre-S/Pre-K caught up on all the latest happenings with me. Christina sadly wasn't going to be there because her husband was working and child was sick. That was ok, I still had a chance to talk with members and just kind of take it easy.
One didn't even recognize me until after the service was over with until I explained who I was and that's when he picked it up.
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Sitting there just talking with my Pre-S/Pre-K teacher, when I mentioned one person was on her fourth marriage, someone turned around and said: "I couldn't help but listening to your conversation."
Yeah... Daft Punk's beginning of the brazen bells started, the place went dark, and the whole place went silent. Ok, so, it was none other than my fourth grade teacher who I still haven't forgiven for travesties of the past like throwing out my math test, not understanding what autism was, and what her problem was with me. Yeah, I get the past is the past, but the throwing out of my math test? I know how to do maths. Yeah, still sticks to this day.
I said Hello, remember me?
She started to guess... Well, she guess my dad's name... but... she still wasn't catching on... I didn't even recognize her without her glasses, but it was the hat driving me nuts to look at... This isn't Russia, lady! 1996-1997 was the worst year of my damn life.
I finally told her... and she said: What are you doing here?
I said: Decided to take in a service with my best friend's mother.
Well, she decided to jump into a conversation... REALLY!? Come on...
I decided to be friendly, talk, take in the service, and just mind my own business... but that said: Joshua, after the service, you better just run because you know damn well she's going to want to talk. JUST RUN. Instead she brings up an embarrassing story about me... I'm like: Yeah... I loved to read!
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So, the service was over, I grabbed my Capitals hoodie and floored it out, shook the Pastor's hand... and then waited until I saw my 3rd grade teacher because I did want to tell her about going to see Mrs. Robinson. I made it out and I saw her and said: Boy have I got something to show you! Guess who I got to go visit!
She said: Who and how!?
I said: There she is.
She couldn't believe it! Yep! How she wondered...
I explained everything from the 6:00pm to 3:30am ride to Indianapolis that got me so hyped and excited to taking my wife's family to the Taylor Swift concert. She could not believe her ears. Then came meeting the new principal because... hey, it's a new principal. We struck up a nice conversation and then she said: "We'd love for former students to come and chat with our current students!"
I said: Well, I'll put on a chicken.
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Notwithstanding the obvious, yes, I don't have a lot of forgiveness for people who slighted me EVEN in the slightest. Could I bring myself to forgive? I don't think so. Closing in on the end of Advent, I am still not even the slightest or remotely encouraged to forgive and forget. 26 years later? You still haven't learned.
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