Tuesday, June 16, 2009
HS Hall of Fame Award
On June 6th, I was given the great honor of accepting an award that means a great deal to me. I was inducted into the Tilton School Hall of Fame in front of fellow classmates, best friends, and my family. This was truly one of my proudest moments and feel both humbled and blessed by the nomination. Here are a few shots of the day: (*note: it was Kerin's birthday as well and was such a great sport allowing me to share some of the spotlight on her special day)
The stunningly beautiful Graham ladies...
Monday, June 8, 2009
The Glory Days...
Well, I recently celebrated my 25th high school reunion (this past weekend, June 6th) and was also inducted into my HS Hall of Fame later that afternoon in the Fred Smart Chapel; a building that I spent many hours daydreaming in as a student. It was also my wife Kerin’s birthday, so it was quite a mixed bag of nuts…so to speak.
I was very overwhelmed by the significance of the day and it gave me real pause to reflect on my time at Tilton School as a student and what those years meant to me. I guess I had forgotten how special those days were and how caught up I was with everything going on around me that I never truly took the time to look around and appreciate that point in my life…while I was living it.
Upon arriving at the house that evening, I was overcome with sadness that I couldn’t explain other than the feeling you get when you look your own mortality in the face; and for a moment longed to have those days back. I thought about the decisions that I might have changed the words I wished I could have said or taken back, and the youth and vitality that meant so much to me…and truly was what I used to define who I was at the time. These were not regrets mind you; no…these were simply wishes to have back that youthful mind, body and spirit that is so often wasted on the young.
I was very overwhelmed by the significance of the day and it gave me real pause to reflect on my time at Tilton School as a student and what those years meant to me. I guess I had forgotten how special those days were and how caught up I was with everything going on around me that I never truly took the time to look around and appreciate that point in my life…while I was living it.
Upon arriving at the house that evening, I was overcome with sadness that I couldn’t explain other than the feeling you get when you look your own mortality in the face; and for a moment longed to have those days back. I thought about the decisions that I might have changed the words I wished I could have said or taken back, and the youth and vitality that meant so much to me…and truly was what I used to define who I was at the time. These were not regrets mind you; no…these were simply wishes to have back that youthful mind, body and spirit that is so often wasted on the young.
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