Sunday afternoon was hot and muggy. The air quality was poor, so we stayed
indoors. Not much to do but look around
on the internet. And I found some
interesting things.
I found my best friend from childhood. She went away to a private high school and
then on to college but, up until the summer after the eighth grade, we were
inseparable. When she was home from high
school in the summer, we would hang out and go waterskiing frequently.
By the time she got married, and had her wedding in our
local church, I was already married and had two children. After the wedding, I didn’t see her again for
almost five years. She came to visit,
spent the night, and we talked as if we had never been apart. She was in the process of getting a divorce
and wanted to know what I had done to make my marriage work.
I had no clue….really.
But we had a wonderful visit and promised to keep in touch. I didn’t see her again for almost 25
years. I was invited to attend her
parents’ 50th wedding anniversary celebration. It was bittersweet. Our lives had changed so drastically. We were both in a second marriage, and both
had children.
She had gone to divinity school and become an Episcopal
priest. I went back to school and became
a registered nurse. She lived in San Francisco. I was still in Podunk. The bonds of the past were broken…. Yet, we exchanged addresses and phone numbers
and promised each other we would keep in touch.
It didn’t happen.
Not her fault, or mine, really.
We live in different worlds, that’s all.
So, yesterday, when I found her written up on Wikipedia, I
wasn’t really surprised. She has gone on
to become an Episcopal Bishop: only the 12th female Episcopal Bishop
in the United States. Moreover, she is
the first Latina bishop in the Episcopal Church.
As I said, it wasn’t surprising at all. I always knew she would do big things. She had the intelligence (she majored in
calculus in college, for Pete’s sake), the drive, and the spirituality/calling
necessary to get where she is. I am so happy
for her, and proud that she is my friend.
I looked up another friend: Yale Law, class of ’74. And another: professor emeritus at UC Santa
Barbara. Oh my, what happened to me?
Is that the little green monster
speaking? Perhaps. And, although I am thrilled for them, I have
to compare them to me. What
happened? I never left Podunk!!
And there’s the rub.
Choices. I sabotaged my own
future, in a way, by getting married and having children when I was still a
teenager myself. Ah, poor me? No. My
choices. My doing. And I have to remember that. Always.
Another very close friend of mine, from kindergarten through
junior college, is a PharmD. She went to
pharmacy school in Stockton, right after junior college. I remember one day, at the end of summer, she
came to visit me at my apartment.
We had a wonderful time catching up on what each of us was
doing. Again, it was as if we had never
been apart. As she got ready to leave,
she asked me if I would like to go with her to shop for clothes for
school. Looking down at my bare feet, I
had to tell her “no.” She was footloose
and fancy free; I had a baby asleep in the other room.
Choices….
I worked several years ago with an LVN who became a good
friend. She lamented that I made “so
much more money” than she did, yet she worked just as hard as I did. At first, I didn’t know what to say. And then I just said “it’s choices,
Rena. I chose to become an RN. You chose to become an LVN.” She told me that the RN program was “too
hard” with children at home. Not true,
but it’s the choice she made.
So, I’m not an Episcopal Bishop, or a lawyer, or a Professor
Emeritus in the UC system. I’m just
me. I am the product of the choices that
I have made. I am not “published” nor do
I have a body of work that is summarized on Wikipedia. I never won a lawsuit or approached the
bench.
My claim to fame, such as it is, is being the best possible
me. No excuses, no regrets, no jealousy
even. I wish my friends all the success
in the world.
And I have achieved mine….
Cali
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