I sometimes think about what it would be like to be rich. Extra money when the kids were growing up would have been nice but we had enough and I have enough now. I really can’t think of anything I’d buy if I won a lottery. (Ha! Buying a ticket should probably be my first step!) I think we all dream about making life easier for our kids. Extra money could help with that, I suppose. I’d probably give my house a facelift. I think it would be awesome to have some professional landscaping done in my yard and I wouldn’t mind a few new trees. I would definitely travel more. Aside from those things, I think what I’d most like to do would be to hire an investigator to find people from my past, just so I’d know what happened to them.
Has your life ever been touched by someone with whom you felt an instant connection? Someone you went to school with for a year or two but then they moved away? Maybe even a stranger with whom you laughed in a grocery store checkout line or the lady you sat next to on a long flight? Have they ever revisited your mind in a similar situation and then you wonder what happened to them? I think that now, more than ever, because of the raging pandemic, I find myself hoping those people are okay.
When I was in fourth grade, I got sent to the principals office for laughing when Mike Brown said the word “poopie”. Did Mike end up in jail as an adult or become a sailor with a colorful vocabulary? Is he a millionaire following the invention of a poopie emoticon? There’s a NASCAR driver my age who went to my elementary school. I don’t think he was in my class but could I have raced him around the playground during recess? What about the little girl named Toni that my Mom babysat for? What happened to my favorite professor from grad school? What about my travel companions from my college trip to Europe or the foster kids who haven’t friended me on Facebook? What about the singing Irish tour guide, whose CD always makes me laugh because of the memories associated with it? The list is long. I can only hope and pray that life has treated them all well.
When Mary and I went to Morocco, we became friends with sisters, Judy and Carol. We had such a good time that we talked about traveling together again. Time passed and our country was in lockdown. The travel industry shut down for awhile but the occasional email from them always puts a smile on my face. I love knowing that they are okay. I love knowing that we will go on another trip together someday.
I’m not sure why I spend time wondering about all the folks who’ve touched my life. Maybe it’s because of my age. Maybe it’s from spending so much time alone during the pandemic. Maybe I need to take a few steps beyond my normal and buy a lottery ticket!