Reflecting Reunion

Reunion group shot

This past Saturday my High School class had it’s 20th Reunion. It was the first one I’ve been able to go to, and was feeling a bit antsy about it. 20 years is a long time and, while Facebook has kept me “in the loop” for a good number of my LMH friends, it’s always a bit nerve-wracking wondering if any of the connections which link us to old friends still remain. It turns out I needn’t have worried. I had a great time, and saw some people I haven’t seen since my first few years after graduation.

What has always impressed me about my graduating class is where we’ve ended up. My core group of friends are farmers, other business owners, missionaries, teachers, stay-at-home moms, nurses, architects, and social workers. We’ve spread out from Lancaster county and have literally encircled the globe. Some have stayed in the places where their calling led them, and others have come back to the Lancaster area to continue their work. When we were in school together we simultaneously valued creativity and connectedness – and seeing what folks have become following high school has shown me how those traits are still valued. It was also fun to laugh at the “big hair” shots of our high school days. Oh the massive bangs.

During the reunion I even got to use some of my gifts by providing tech support. Someone had created a slide show from some old pictures and brought a Macbook to play the video through a projector. This posed a problem when it was discovered the Mac only had a DVI output, and the projector only had a VGA. Another laptop was brought in on which the movie could be played via a burned DVD, but this was so new it only had an HDMI output. Now, in my bag of tricks I had solutions to these problems, but it was and hour and a half away. So we sent out for another laptop which had a VGA port, and I exported the slide show from an old version of iMovie and moved it to my keychain flash drive. It worked like a charm, people were happy, and I’m now on notice for the 25 year reunion (at which I’ll be 44 years old… it just seems wrong).

So I say, “Thank you” to the LMH class of 92 (Especially to our planning team). Our time together has had an impact on who I’ve become in the last 20 years – and I’m sure those lessons will continue to influence me in the future.

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