Yes, you look familiar, too.
This was the start of a conversation I had the other day with a woman at physical therapy. As we peddled side by side on the stationary bikes, we discovered that I had helped her son with reading many years ago when he was in second grade (he is now a college junior).
I seem to have many conversations that start like this, especially now that I am retired. But it is not surprising. After all, I have lived in the community for over thirty-five years (same street, same house) where my two children attended the local schools. I also worked in a large public school system in a neighboring community for about twenty-five years. Sometimes, like the conversation I had at physical therapy, it is a parent whose child I taught. But it could also be someone whose kids were friends of my kids, or a parent with whom I shared volunteer duties in scouts or choir, or a fellow teacher I met in a class or workshop.
I love when these brief encounters spring up in the course of my day. They always remind me of how far-reaching our connections with people can extend, and I am almost always left with a pleasant memory to carry with me for the rest of the day. These encounters are a simple reminder of how many lives I have touched and have touched mine, however briefly.
It was so nice to see you again.
Please give my best to………