A Blast from the Past.....

This morning when I went for my chiropractor's appointment, I did not expect anything unusual. I chatted with the different patients I have become acquainted with over the last year since my auto accident. Then when I least expected it a guy came in that looked strangely familiar to me but I wasn't sure where I met him. Because I am so friendly and visit with everyone, he joined in the conversation.

Then it hit me, my memory cells from 30 years ago jogged lose and I was sure that I knew him when they called his name and took him back to therapy. I didn't know if I should say anything or just let it be. I decided to just revel in the memories and not say anything.

When we were back in the therapy room and I was on the hydrobed, he was sitting there waiting for the stretch table and he started chatting with me again. He asked me common questions about how long I have lived in Rock Springs and what I do for a living. I politely answered his questions and I thought that he might have recognized me too! Then I asked him how old his dog, Whiskey, grew to be. The look of shock and amazement on his face was almost laughable. I blurted out, "we knew each other in 1978." I could see the lightbulb come on in his eyes. We chatted for another five minutes or so then he left the therapy room.

People come and go in and out of our lives for a reason. Back then, I was going through a painful divorce and was very vulnerable. I dated Larry for just a few months but my memory of him never went away. Larry taught me many things but in the end I wasn't wild enough or savvy enough for him and he moved on. I knew that someday I would see him again and know that I am a stronger and better person for having met him and grown beyond him.

Last September after my mother passed away, I was going through my trunk of old pictures and came across these. For some reason I could not give myself permission to toss them; maybe because they are a part of what I used to be and still am to some extent. I tossed them back into the trunk until this morning when I felt the need to blog about my chance encounter.

Just in case you are curious, Larry has been married for 26 years and has four grown children. He and his wife are happily married and have had a good life together. I am happy for him and wish them well. He doesn't look like he used to; he's 30 years older with a lot less hair on his head and none on his face. I didn't think it would be appropriate to take a picture of him with my cell phone for comparison! LOL

People come in and out of our lives for a reason; this time it is for me to measure my life's growth and it has been good.


Larry at Fremont Lake, 1978.


Me in 1978.


Larry in 1978.

The picture on my blog is me now. I like me, now.

Jo