So many things on my mind today. Just returned from Savannah where I attended an extraordinary gathering of 17 folks with whom I entered Peace Corps Training for a 2-year stint in Colombia, South America, 50 years ago. Yes, you heard that right. FIFTY years ago. We weren’t our entire group of probably over 40, and that’s not a surprise, though we missed our comrades. With our median age about 75, some of us are no longer doing air travel, some of us are ill, or caring for ill spouses.
I showed up with my trusty walker and cane.
What’s so extraordinary were the ways in which, for people who hadn’t seen each other in some cases for the entire 50 years, conversations were easy, memories were surfacing and being disputed, silliness and the seriousness co-existing, how much it felt like the old days.
We have traveled different paths for 50 years, each in our own ways. I remain convinced that to each other, we’ll never be different than young idealists and pioneers enjoying a unique start together on our distinct life journeys, which, by the way, still have years to run.
In fact, the optimists among us said, “Let’s do this again in 3 – 5 years.”