After attending my 20 year high school reunion on Saturday night, I got to thinking about life and how it changes us and how it sometimes stays the same. By and large, most of the people I met again at the reunion were friendly and I enjoyed their company. I had a good time. It was also refreshing to see people who are my age with less grey in their beard. Like in any group, there were a couple of malcontents, but that did not stop me and the rest from having a great time fellowshipping with old classmates.
What really struck me is how life hits us all pretty hard. Whether classmates ended up in jail or in positions or power and prestige, one thing is constant, time changes us all. There were women there as pretty as they were as high school girls. There were guys there who were once great athletes but now carry 300 pounds. A good many were like me, nothing personality wise like I was when I was that eighteen year old kid who took that diploma.
But, the thing that really struck me is how, no matter what life threw at them, the people of the BHP Class of 1989 have turned out to be good people by and large. They raise their families. They work hard at their jobs. They give to their communities. In short, the vast majority of my old class are good people who live and work hard and who are nice and courteous in conversation today.
Now, in the twenty years since I took that diploma at BHP, I have been through a lot. There have been good things and there have been bad things. I saw and done things I am both proud of and not proud of. I suppose my life is defined more on the twenty years since BHP then my years in the BHP school system.
But, after spending an evening with my classmates, I have never been more proud to be a BHP graduate. I have written about all the living rooms I had been in South Carolina and about what I think about the people of South Carolina. Those old classmates are among the best. It was a pleasure to spend an evening with them. Like any group, the class of 89 has a few nutcases and bad folks. But, by and large, the Class of 1989 of BHP is a class I am proud to call myself a member of.