a voice from the past calls me

I am not really self absorbed. My life has been full of ups and downs. I know that have been people who have made a fortune on what happened to them and where they are now. Movies have been made. I am not that self absorbed.

Or at lease I wasn't until today. Until a voice and words and memories of events that I cant recall reached out to me from Arkansas

A girl from 5th grade found me on facebook. I do remember her, but not like she remembers me.

She told me things about my self -- and i don't recall them.

You always looked so put together (the water was cold and I took a shower / bath maybe twice a week)

You wore the coolest cloths, bell bottoms and such (everything I had was second hand. I remember getting new stuff once a year)

You were such a leader (I was the only white girl -- I felt so different)

You helped me believe in myself and had a profound effect on my life. You made me believe in myself. I will always be grateful for this (are you sure you have the right person?)

I am struggling to think that this is what someone saw in me. That I could be that kind of friend-- way back that with my drunk dad, my screwed up family, my poverty, my life so ordinary and meaningless.

I feel more blessed than I ever have right at this moment. Most people hear these things on their death bed, if at all. I am greatful God made me how I am and who I am and that this light has been shining even when I didnt see it.

Maybe I should write that book.