We'll call it even
Updated: Jul 14, 2021
True story time... When I was in high school in the '80's I was driving up my hill to my house. I saw a classmate staggering up the steep hill, I stopped and asked him if he wanted a ride. He said "that would be great!" and he got in my car. He was drunk and covered with raw eggs, but he was certainly grateful for the ride since he was quite far from his house. We were not really friends but we were friendly to each other. Many years later I photographed his sister's wedding and years after, sadly I learned of his death. About 7 or 8 years ago I was in my basement looking around at a newly finished room that I designed and my brother built. I wanted it to be like an old theater with lots of wood paneling. My brother said, "I'll build it BUT I'm NOT staining it!" One quiet evening I went downstairs to begin the task of staining the theater but realized I honestly had no idea where to start or what I should do. I stood in the middle looking around feeling overwhelmed when I 'heard' very clear directions in my head of where to begin and what to do! I was a bit shocked but knew right away this was my classmate telling me how to do the job. Teary-eyed and giddy and in a bit of disbelief I began having a conversation with him in my head. In my head I said 'I can't for the life of me remember your brother and sister's names' and within a millisecond both names were in my head! I knew at that point I was not making the whole thing up! I think maybe he was thanking me for the ride, thanks for the staining lesson, we'll call it even! BTW, found out later he was a painter.
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