Old Friends

I ran across an old friend yesterday. Our meeting was related to a professional matter.

It was odd to see him. The last time we’d talked was 11 years ago; he attended the surprise 40th birthday that my wife pulled off for me (on me?).

The passage of time reveals a wealth of information about us if we’re paying attention.

Some of us know exactly what we want to be sooner than others. In my friend’s case, while we both landed at the University of Maine with an eye toward athletic glory; me in baseball and his sport was soccer, our sports became secondary for us; things we now reminisce about.

My journey has had more ups and downs, or so I thought; or possibly not.

He was gracious and glad to see me. He complimented me on my fitness and he told me that it appeared that life had been good to me. It made me sad to learn that his second marriage ended three years ago.

Life is full of twists and turns. He’s a doctor, and I’m a jack of multiple trades, working at mastering of a couple of them. He probably has a bigger house, a nicer car, and I’m sure, a bigger bank account.

I’m ok with all of that.

As the Beatles once sang, “money can’t buy me love.”