Knock, knock. Who’s there? It’s your past.

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When people think of their past knocking on their door, occasionally there is a nagging worry of something coming back to haunt you and uncovering long-buried skeletons.  This was not the case for me.

I was sitting at my desk yesterday when a short email popped up in the work inbox from a name I have not seen in twenty-five years.  “Hey, it’s Marty from the 80’s…..write me back if this is you.”  The most astonishing thing about getting this email is that I had been searching for Marty online for the past two months, to no avail.  He seemed to be off the grid.

My brother and I spent much of our younger lives hanging out with the same group of people.  It was a great way to grow up and it made us very good friends as well.   Marty was one of those guys that was very tight in our circle of friends.  My parents had welcomed him as one of their own and we created many great memories back in the good old days.

I stared at the email and read it over and over again.  We exchanged a few brief messages and I knew I had to hear his voice.  As soon as we started chatting, it was like I had stepped into a time machine.  I could picture the feathered black hair and was immediately reminded of the song he loved to roller skate to (it was the 80’s after all) and that song now finds itself among the collection of tunes in my iPhone.

It was a truly serendipitous moment.  After a very long hiatus, we have Marty back in our circle of friends and many years ahead to catch up on all of the ones we missed.

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10 thoughts on “Knock, knock. Who’s there? It’s your past.

  1. Always nice to connect with an old friend…and then find out how much they’ve changed and that you can barely even recognize the person they’ve become!

    Or maybe you’ll still like him. Either way, right?

  2. How great that you found an old friend after so long! It was about 20 years after high school that an old friend of mine stumbled across my blog. He reconnected me with another friend of ours that he’d kept in touch with.

  3. Pingback: I remember you! | polysyllabic profundities

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