We were 16 and in love. As such, young couples don’t tend to weigh risk vs. reward, opting instead to jump feet first into a new adventure and just enjoy the ride.
That’s how we – me and my girlfriend in the spring of 1983 — ended up climbing a fence at the Bangor International Airport, just to take a closer look at the airplanes.
Read that again.
There we were, two precocious 16-year-old kids, climbing over the fence of an international airport.
Needless to say, what was an unwise decision back then would likely be a serious federal offense that would find its way to CNN these days.
The reason I bring this up today is because I just read a Facebook post from her that made me smile and remember. Dancing with ghosts, she calls it.
So dance I shall.
She’s flying to Ethiopia. Hopefully going through the main gate and customs, though.
One of my favorite stories about us is how we both wound up living the same dreams we had back then.
Well except for the one where we’d be together forever, grow old and watch the grand kids drive their parent’s – our children — crazy.
But, what were the odds of that happening, really?
Instead, her mother moved her away at the end of her junior year. I’ve only seen her once since then, shortly after my marriage when she returned to Maine for a visit.
Over the years we’ve talked on the phone a few times, written letters and emails back and forth.
We’ve lost touch and found each other again.
Fate, at the very least, has given us that.
And we realized both of us had kept following our dreams and embraced them with a passion.
Anybody who has known me since third grade knows I’ve always wanted to be a writer. So I write.
She always wanted to see the world and go on adventures, both near and far.
And I love the fact that she’s gotten to do just that.
I don’t know how many different countries she’s visited in her life, but it’s been a bunch. And she’s currently living in Germany, where she continues to help our troops through her job
Buried in my box of memories are postcards and pictures of some of the places she has gone, sent over the years when we were in touch with each other.
She served her country in Iraq – God bless for her for that because she’s my ultimate hero in that sense – and has vacationed in far-away exotic places my eyes can only dream about.
She has skied her way down mountains and soaked herself in tropical waters with gorgeous sunsets.
She has lived that part of her life as she always wanted.
And today she’s off on another adventure, seeing another part of her world, making another small part of her dream come true.
Safe travels, my friend.
And never forget the final words written on the card in 1990!