To my shcoolmates

Now that the last toast was made, and the dust has settled, it is time to have a reflection. We can have a reflection of melancholy or we can have a reflection of happiness. As humans it is very easy to fall trap to the sadness, to the low, after the exuberance, the adrenaline of the whole planning. The expectations are, to a certain extent, what keep you going, even when there are hurdles. And the hurdles are unavoidable. There are things such as distance, health, and many others that come to mind, that play a major role in this. But the idea of being able to spend time talking, in some instances remembering the things we used to do, in others discussing the not so old past but just the after high school life and experiences with old friends, is precious. For me they were not just friends, and I don’t think that I only speak for myself here, as each one has left his mark in each other, in one way or another. The proof of it is that we were able to go back in time and talk of things as if they had just happened yesterday. This is where melancholy can sip in. But that was not the case. Most of it was laughter and joy. And this is where the happiness comes into the picture. Because I am a believer that we live only once, and we should cherish every moment that passes, as it will never repeat itself again. More than anything always be thankful for what our creator has given, and give us on a daily basis. We tend to take things for granted not realizing that life goes by in just a blink. By the time you realize most if not all has gone by. When you are young and usually restless you are not consciousness about time. We can go on with this topic forever but that is not the goal of this blog.
To close I would to say that I am very grateful to everybody for pulling together and make this happen. Most of my former schoolmates spent some of the time during the days ahead, throughout, and even after the party thanking me for having put some much effort into it. And I can pad myself in the back saying “YOU DID IT”, and that would be not only presumptuous but also dishonest. We were not the class of Alec Anderson we were the class of ’74. This was a team effort. And because of that it was successful. I only had a dream, and because of the effort, support and work of all us I can say: “WE DID IT”, “WE MADE IT HAPPEN”.
As I come from far away I want to thank those who had to leave their families for this event.
I love you guys, I’ll always will.
GOD BLESS YOU ALL