"Men imagine that they communicate their virtue or vice only by overt actions, and do not see that virtue or vice emit a breath every moment." - Ralph Waldo Emerson
Who is one person that you’ve been dying to connect with, but just haven’t had the courage to reach out to?
First, reflect on why you want to get in touch with them.
Then, reach out and set up a meeting.
Well, this is another easy one, for me, since I’ve already done this exercise. There were specifically three people from my teenage days, with whom I had thought about for many years and wanted to get in touch with. I was able to get in touch with two of them. Sadly the third one has passed away just a couple years before I located where he had been. For the sake of this prompt I will tell the detailed story of one of the other two; and just briefly summarize the others.
(Names will be changed to protect the innocent.) We’ll call the first one Mr. “X”.
I met Mr. “X” the summer before my senior year in high school (1964). Some friends and I had gone over to his house, and were listening to music (45 RPM vinyl records) on his record player (hi fi – didn’t have stereo yet). Since we had just met, Mr. “X” asked me a question he said he always asked a girl when he first met her. The question: “Do you have the record ‘My Own True Love’ by the Duprees?” When I said “yes”, he jumped up and said “We have to go to your house right now and get it!” On the way to my house he told me that I was the first girl who had it, and it was a sign that we would get married one day. Now here’s the (Twilight Zone Theme) eerie part ------ when we picked up my record, he turned it over, and the song on the flip side was entitled ‘Ginny’! We ended up going steady during my senior year, but broke up at my senior prom. He kept my record. Years later, when I bought another copy of the record, it had a different song on the flip side.
Mr. “X” and I saw each other a couple times after we broke up. I remember going to see the first Batman movie with him. But, it seemed we just couldn’t make a relationship work for us. After I had married my first husband, had a baby, was divorced and engaged to my second husband, Mr. “X” came over, and we went out for coffee. He was planning on asking his girlfriend to marry him, but he said he had to see me first, just to make sure he was doing the right thing.
Now, fast-forward about thirty years. I had thought about Mr. “X” every once in awhile. Now, with the internet, I thought “why not?” and did a search. I found an address very close to where I was working. I wrote him a letter, giving him my email address. As soon as he received the letter, he wrote to me. We met for lunch a few times. We had planned on getting together with our families, but the timing was always “off” (sort of like our teenage relationship had been).
After about a year, or so, of keeping in contact, we just stopped contacting each other. The last time I wrote to his email address, it was not valid. When I looked on the internet, he could not be found. I’m guessing he moved out of state, where he had other family. But, I don’t know, and it’s no longer important.
The important thing for me was making that connection after thirty years. It was one of those things – wondering what would have happened had our paths ever crossed again. Reconnecting again after such a long time was a great experience for me – not because there were still feelings, but because after spending just a short time with him at lunch the first time, I felt a sense of relief – relief that we had not stayed together. It would never have worked.
Briefly I’ll talk a bit about Mr. “Y”. He was my first “real” boyfriend. After my parents moved West, he and I had lost touch. I never stopped thinking about him, and often wondered what would happen if we ever connected again. Well, we finally did a few years ago, but not in person – only through the wonders of the internet. We’ve caught up on the events of our lives for the 40-something years we had not been in touch. We sometimes go a few months without writing, but we still keep in touch. Chances are, with almost 2000 miles between us, we may never actually reconnect in person. But, it’s been nice to reconnect online.
The third person was Mr. “W”. He was my first husband. I really had no desire to cross paths with him again, but thought it may be a good idea to find him, when my son wanted to meet him. I had some detective assistance tracking him down, only to discover he had passed away a couple years earlier. But, there was a happy ending to this story after all. Mr. “W” had remarried after we divorced, and he had a daughter. With the help of a surname internet site, I found his daughter – my son’s half-sister. We’ve met and my son and his sister keep in touch.
This is a good example of something I say often --- there’s always something for which to be grateful, even in the not-so-pleasant situations.
WHEW! With all that being said, there’s no one specifically with whom I desire to reconnect anymore. But, it is sort of intriguing each time I’m reconnected with an old friend or acquaintance. Part of the experience is to open up opportunities to reminisce, reflecting on the fun times we enjoyed long ago. With the internet and Facebook, I’ve reconnected with many friends from grade school, high school and from previous employers.
With the incredible reconnections I’ve experienced over the past few years, I know without a doubt, that I will never hesitate to take the initiative to connect again, if there’s someone on my mind (or in my heart).
I’m grateful to have found some special voices out of my past, and bring them into my present moments.
It really doesn’t require courage to reach out. All it takes is a desire.
JUST DO IT !
As suggested in part of this day’s prompt, sometimes it might be a good idea to reflect on why you want to get in touch with that person. However, in my opinion, that’s optional and maybe depends more on your intention at the time.
So again, I’ll say it --- “JUST GO FOR IT”. Reach out and set up that meeting now, because we never know how much time we have left on this earth.