Well, here we go...

Back in 2015, I made a post about my failed Prom experiences as a young lady, as I remembered them.  I write this stuff without much hope about any interaction about what I write.  Usually, that is the case.

A few days ago, I clicked on some button that produced comments on my blog...comments from YEARS ago that I had somehow never seen.  And one of them was from a fellow that had broken my heart over a Prom experience in 1965.  He remembers things differently than I, but he was asking for my forgiveness...and that was in 2015.  It is now 2018, and he had never heard from me about that.

I was absolutely stunned.
We were all such children in those days.  We move on.  He read what I had written in 2015, finding me (somehow) as a classmate that didn't show up at the 50th reunion of our class.  (Long story.)
When I saw his comment on my post, I "found" him on Facebook and gave him my forgiveness--which is kind of a joke because he really didn't need forgiveness from me, although I very much appreciated his request.  It's all about doing our best and wishing we had done better.

The biggest jolt from hearing from him three years ago--not realized until now--was that he lives a mere 30 minutes from my daughter in Washington State, in a place where my family and I went crabbing on the public pier in November!  God works in mysterious ways....