Memory Lane
Got home a couple of hours ago from a reunion luncheon. An interesting reunion. It all began after the death of Gregg Ladd a few months ago. Love him or hate him, he touched many of us in the local theatre. As we all tell each other at events like this that we should all get together some time other than at funerals. So Sondra arranged for a time and place and she gathered several people together and we met for lunch at Tiebel's. It was nice to see the old faces, many whom I havent' been in contact with for decades. There was laughing and sharing of memories and passing around old photos. For the most part it was a very nice time. Unfortunately for me I was at the end sitting next to LAB who quite frankly bored me with his "shop talk." (I guess this is where my humble nature appears, but I don't know how to "blow my own horn", so I don't. This is probably why I don't interview well. I have an incredibly difficult time extoling my virtues and successes. So when I hear other people brag about themselves to the point of being on a soap box, I get annoyed.) So while LAB was telling how he has influenced all his kids at school into being such professionals that even professionals recognize their abilities, I was growing very tired of listening. But overlooking this, the afternoon was fun. We even decided to meet again sometime but this time in a place where we can have a bit more privacy. The dining room was extremely crowded and putting 20 theatre people together with alcohol, things can get mighty loud and raucus.
As I was leaving I began to think how small and petty I have become. I have griped about several things as of late. Then at the luncheon, there was Dan. It was so good to see him I was nearly brought to tears. He was looking hale and hearty and much like his old self. Which in itself is a miracle. He has survived an near-fatal gunshot to the brain nearly 2 years ago. The doctors gave us little to no hope of his surviving, let alone recovering. He has done remarkably. Although still partially paralized on the right side, he is able to walk with a cane. He has regained his power of speech but still has difficulty with expressing his thoughts. He is still retraining his brain to work the way it should. He is excited about moving back into the city in a few months where he will be closer to all his OT, PT, SPeech Pathology and everything else the city has to offer. And while he is impatient that things aren't moving fast enough, he is fully confident that he will trod the boards once again. And with all his challenges and obstacles to yet overcome, he doesn't gripe about things. He is just truly thankful that he is still here. And to tell the truth, so are we.
So what does that make me??
As I was leaving I began to think how small and petty I have become. I have griped about several things as of late. Then at the luncheon, there was Dan. It was so good to see him I was nearly brought to tears. He was looking hale and hearty and much like his old self. Which in itself is a miracle. He has survived an near-fatal gunshot to the brain nearly 2 years ago. The doctors gave us little to no hope of his surviving, let alone recovering. He has done remarkably. Although still partially paralized on the right side, he is able to walk with a cane. He has regained his power of speech but still has difficulty with expressing his thoughts. He is still retraining his brain to work the way it should. He is excited about moving back into the city in a few months where he will be closer to all his OT, PT, SPeech Pathology and everything else the city has to offer. And while he is impatient that things aren't moving fast enough, he is fully confident that he will trod the boards once again. And with all his challenges and obstacles to yet overcome, he doesn't gripe about things. He is just truly thankful that he is still here. And to tell the truth, so are we.
So what does that make me??