It became a matter of principal. "No I will not get on facebook! I was fighting against the machine! Sticking it to the man! Waving my fist at the computer fanatics and standing my ground.
Okay so it didn't last long. I'm on facebook. I honestly don't really know what the heck it all means. All I know is I went on facebook about 9:15 in the evening and by 10:30 the next morning I had 25 requests to be my friend. Most of my "friends" people that "friend-me" are my students that I taught so many years ago. Now they are all in there late 20's and early thirties. Crazy huh.
Well there was one friend I have been looking for, for a very long time. His name was Joe and he was a dear friend. My husband and I met working with him at a Camp in the Bronx called Camp Fordham.
Years and years have gone by, I have been married, have had two sons, and always wondered about his whereabouts. I had called friends at my old church and mutual acquaintances but no one could help me.
Until this "facebook" portal allowed me to enter and search. And lo and behold I found my friend.
We finally spoke today for an entire hour. I was thrilled to hear his voice and hear about his family.
Oh to be young again. I look at my face and how I'm laughing and I wish I could jump into that picture and be her again. Not that I don't love my life, but I long for simpler days when I was carefree, young and felt pretty. When my biggest worry was "what should I do Saturday night?" or "Should I go out with him?" I guess something good came out of joining this facebook and that's finding my friend again.
He is married and has a son and we are going to see them next month. I'm very happy and pray that our friendship can pick up where we left off and continue a lifelong journey of friendship.
So here is a toast to my friend, Joe, and to Camp Fordham, to old friends, and care free time and to days of old when we were young.