Untold Stories: Full Circle

You questioned my ability to recollect history; almost to the point where you insinuated I was a revisionist.  I dismissed your claim because I know, you were speaking from a place of humility.

Sure, words can be flattering.  Seeing yourself through the eyes of another can either be enlightening or shocking.  Depends, I suppose on your self perception.


I was missing for about a month.  Not Amber Alert missing or warranting a space on a milk carton.  I simply vacated my typical routine.  Some noticed.  You noticed.  Your simply inquiry on my departure only confirmed what I've been telling you for over a year.  Both publicly and privately.


Let's stick to the theme that this was an adventure; when in reality, it was chaotic, stressful and a huge blow to my pride. 

I sat down at this 3 legged desk in a gritty hotel room.  I wanted to articulate how destructive pride can be.  So, I started writing because that's what I do.  That's when I am at my most vulnerable and honest.  Pride ceases to exist when I begin to write.  I suppose that's why I need this outlet.

I began, Pack your pride.  Let's go for a ride to nowhere. 
Then I stopped.

I like to get all wordy and rhymy because it's the most challenging for me.  But in this specific instance, I simply stopped after these two sentences.  I suppose I had some breakthrough and realized overkill wasn't necessary at this moment.  Those two sentences really said everything I needed to say at that moment. 

I am not good at brevity.  As you know.

During this adventure, I had a lot of time to reflect.  Most of my thoughts centered around the future and where do I go from here but I would be remiss if I didn't mention I thought about you.  No, I did not dwell on those unanswerable questions like what if nor did I feel a need to bask in your empathy and concern. 

I simply thought about your kindness.

I was right about you 25 years ago and I am still right today.

It's taken me over a year, in bits and pieces, to allow you to see yourself through my eyes.  These last three months, we have come full circle which culminated in your kindness that I spoke about in my first piece about you and for you.

I've got so many stories I will never get to share with you and I am sure you've got plenty more than me. 




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