MLK had just been assassinated. Cities throughout the country were torn with grief and riots. Yet the determination of young college students to escape the cold and snow of the north for the sun and warmth of Florida beaches remained strong. This picture was taken at a park (?) by Kissimmee, FL during my spring break that year. The park had water slides, ponds, flowers, warmth, and I was oh so very young. We played at Daytona Beach, we laughed at each other and at others, and finally after a very full week loaded our tired selves on buses heading north to our colleges and universities. There are many things I could say about this week for it certainly was a week of discovery. Right now, though, I will just give you a glimpse of my memory...
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Tonight is the night after I originally posted this picture and my thoughts. Today for some reason I've have spent time reflecting upon not only the period in which this time the picture was taken but where I am now in life.
To be honest I have to say that I miss the young man that is in this picture. I miss his youthful exuberance, I miss his sense of adventure and willingness to try anything at least one, I miss his naiveté in believing nothing could ever go wrong in life and that in front of him was nothing but love to be won and prosperity to be enjoyed.
No, I do not regret this life's journey for it is my journey and my journey alone. Were there things I would have done differently? Oh most definitely but the sum of where I am now is all those decisions made all along the way.
So here I am many years later...older, tougher, perhaps wiser and proudly wearing the medals that are the bruises that come from living a full life. Regardless, I am gazing at the picture above and thinking..."I sure do miss that young man."
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Tonight is the night after I originally posted this picture and my thoughts. Today for some reason I've have spent time reflecting upon not only the period in which this time the picture was taken but where I am now in life.
To be honest I have to say that I miss the young man that is in this picture. I miss his youthful exuberance, I miss his sense of adventure and willingness to try anything at least one, I miss his naiveté in believing nothing could ever go wrong in life and that in front of him was nothing but love to be won and prosperity to be enjoyed.
No, I do not regret this life's journey for it is my journey and my journey alone. Were there things I would have done differently? Oh most definitely but the sum of where I am now is all those decisions made all along the way.
So here I am many years later...older, tougher, perhaps wiser and proudly wearing the medals that are the bruises that come from living a full life. Regardless, I am gazing at the picture above and thinking..."I sure do miss that young man."
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