Happiness is...
Being remembered.
Today we visited my old High School and Middle School. Just for fun. It wasn't until my seventh grade band director stopped me in the hallway did I realize that I had actually made a mark there. He remembered my name, my instrument, and particulars about my family. A real footprint! It felt good, if only for a 3 minute conversation. I loved the feeling!
I remember many of the people who have impacted my life. Who'd have known that it was reciprocal :)
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