Where it All Started

Over 40 years ago, a group of bright-eyed bushy tail kids met at the high school we so lovingly call ‘The One Don’. This week we gathered for our 40 year reunion- a week long celebration. For sure the kid in us came alive again. As we toured our beloved campus, we certainly got nostalgic and had a few laughs. Even the ugly then made us giggle now. Most of us have learned to let it go. We reminisced on those who loved and hated us- those who made our hearts fluttered (or not).

Our hearts connected as 11 and 12 year-olds. Today in our fifties, those smiles say it all. The journey has been good—for some wild at times. For sure we’ve fought our fair share of battles— won some, lost some. Some have traversed some valleys where they almost lost it all. Some have had to climb some mountains and leaped over walls —but we made it. So this week, even just for these few days—we embrace the now. All the joys and laughter that comes with coming together after 40 years.

If this corridor could talk, it would tell the stories of triumph, defeat, pleasures, pain, love, and laughter. It’s all part of this blend we call life. We acquired the skills necessary to navigate what life would eventually throw at us. We are in part who we are because of what was poured into us here in the land of the ‘Blue and Gold’.

Maybe I didn’t appreciate this then, but our school was nestled in the hills of one of the most beautiful parts of our island nation. This view was ours for years. Glad we were able to go back to breathe this in.

We don’t always get to go back. When we do it’s nothing short of a blessing. This part of our history will remain imprinted on our hearts and mind forever.

This hall was where we gathered weekly to be inspired, challenged, corrected or just socialize. It needs painting and the steps are discolored. We’re committing to change this. These steps have captured our footprints day in and out. They too have their stories.

Our crazy class photos. Treasures to cherish for life. This was just before my senior year. I’d like to think we’re are not just older, we’re better.

It has indeed been a journey. Our super cool teacher ( in the sunglasses), Mr. Box, was one of the many to instill and inspire greatness in our tender spirits. For this we are truly indebted. As we meet and greet, laugh and chat- the story continues. New pages of this chapter are now being filled. As the story continues to take life – I will share more of this incredible saga next time.