Reunited and it Feels So Good

By: Jason Colthorp
By: Jason Colthorp

Old friends and relatives are starting to come out of the woodwork mostly thanks to that phenomena we call Facebook.

I can't remember why I started a Facebook page.  I mean, a 34-year old married father of two starts cruising the Internets and it's usually for the wrong reasons.  I'm sure it was peer pressure, but whatever the reason, it became the perfect vehicle to catch up with scores of old friends I hadn't talked to in 15 to 20 years.  Mostly high school classmates from Bradenton, Florida with whom I'd lost touch.  I've found nearly my entire little league team from Anna Maria Island when I was in 4th grade (Kiwanis - 15-1, 1st place).  The great thing with that was I had a team picture and posted it, leading to an avalanche of comments from the guys about the team and our late coach and all the good times.  I been able to chit chat with two former prom dates (and one of their moms), an old basketball buddy, a former teammate on the golf team, my friend whose house I was at every Saturday, the linebacker who used to crush me everyday at JV football practice, and a classmate who I didn't know real well, but in talking on FB I learned he was going through a tough time in his life and we've been able to have some thoughtful conversations about life. 

I also have touched base with about 6 members of my 5th grade class-- yes, the same class I blogged about here a while back.  Posted the class picture and again, comments galore. 

Recently, I've run across some classmates from 8th grade at Gardner Middle in Lansing-- the one year between 4-12 grade that I lived in Michigan for the school year.  The first question I got from an old friend was, "What happened to your skater haircut?"  Nice.

I just added my cousins who live in Colorado as friends.

It's an incredible world to reenter.  Fun when the memories start rushing back and it makes you search for just about every pal you used to have.  It must be contagious, because yesterday I got an email at work from my soccer coach from my Under-12 team on Longboat Key.  Hadn't talked to him in 20+ years at least.  I responded with a lengthy email to Coach Ostovar, including how I'm now a soccer coach and I used him as an example in one of my practices.  I coach my daughter's team and they just wouldn't shoot the ball so finally I told them how my old coach would always yell at me when I was close to the net in his broken Old English, "JASON, SHOOT THE BLOODY THING!"  Finally, I got the message and started scoring.  The girls got the message and started shooting more and scoring more.

His son Kian, was also on the team and Coach had mentioned he's the one who forwarded him my email.  So after I sent my response I looked up Kian-- we're now friends on Facebook.  Small world.
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