I am very proud of my friends. I have truly amazing friends. This week I’ve had an opportunity to catch up with some who are near and far.
The freshman year lab partner (as he is fond of signing his e-mails) was back in town from his latest coastal residence. I could list MLH’s curriculum vitae, which is most impressive (he is, in fact, a rocket scientist) but most of all I am impressed with his never-ending quest to learn and to give back to the community.
The last time I saw him was in Boston nearly six years ago – nearly six years ago! – and in addition to his regular job (it was and is far beyond my English major’s comprehension), he was studying violin and French and volunteering and traveling extensively and talking about what his next job change might be.
Since then he’s crossed the country, changed jobs, done a full immersion course in French, flirted with the idea of marrying, traveled even more extensively, started thinking about what his next job change might be.
He is my hero.
I could write pages about MLH and I hope to someday – as in, a book. His biography is amazing and even though we see each other very infrequently we have a lot of shared adventures. When I think of the future famous people from my hometown, you can bet he will be on that list.