I watched Grosse Pointe Blank last night. Got me thinking. My ten year reunion was awesome. I haven't heard many people say that about their ten year reunion. No preconcieved judgement. No grudges. None of that. It was just a laid back good time.

And it leads to acquantances that I never thought I'd have. Things down the road that I can trace back to it. Like yesterday. I head to a restaurant/bar around the corner where they have wifi. I look on Facebook to find a comment and a message from two high school friends. And it kind of shocks me. We weren't close friends in high school....more high school classmates. But here it is, two uplifting messages on Facebook.

It reminds of a time I was down, and frustrated in Buffalo years ago. I couldn't think of what to do. No one was about. So I went for a walk. And it poured outside. I must have walked six miles that night. It was 2 or 3 in the morning. I was getting soaked. And it wasn't bothering me at all because of the mood I was in. Then, out of no where this van pulls over just ahead of me. A guy hops out and yells for me. He runs over, and hands me an umbrella. He says "Stay dry" and "Pass it on." And then he smiles and gets back in the van. All it took was that. That one gesture and I felt great. And I did pass it on later.

Moral: Even bloody knuckles heal.