The friend that I've known the longest
Aug. 22nd, 2004 03:27 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
greybetaI try to avoid talking about people on online journals, but if I do talk about someone I follow the cardinal rule of talking about people online. I only say something that I would say to their face. It helps to cut down on most misunderstandings. I learned this from a LiveJournal that I read, and the reason I'm currently blogging at my torrid pace is that his idea of a good online blog was one that had two thoughtful posts a day. Needless to say, I don't have the time or effort to keep up with that request.
I found out tonight that John Aaron Drymon had returned from his research trip in Israel and the Palestinian territories. What most people don't know is that there is quite a sizeable Christian contigent among the Palestinian population, around thirteen percent my old friend says. I have a habit of calling my good friends "old", but John and I actually go way back. We're lucky enough to appreciate the rare friendships that begin in kindergarten.
You could say a lot has changed in the fourteen years that I've known John (come to think of it, that's almost three quarters of my life total). But we're still pretty much the same people, with the same innocent eyes we had in our first grade pictures. I'd say that we have a great deal of respect for each other because we chose our paths without letting other people's opinions influence us. That is to say we chose not to go to the University of Arkansas. He decided to go way out to Colgate, in Hamilton New York to pursue a life in the Episcopalian clergy. As you know, I went a slightly different direction in Tulsa.
We've fought many battles together, whether it was as bratty kids in gymnastics or trivia freaks in Quiz Bowl. Over this time, I learned the value of his judgment, and the inevitable fact that he will make an excellend shepherd for his flock one day. He's one of the few people whose opinion I would trust without hesitation. I mean, I once tried to tell him that I was just an engineer. At that moment, he gave me one of the best replies ever: NO.
Of course, the sad thing about life is you never seem to have enough time. Today was the first time that I've met Johnson all summer. I'd love to go back to the old days when we had infinite time to waste. However, time marches on and our ships sail for different ports. He's suited towards an East Coast life style while I'm just a small town boy. At least we do not take our common bond for granted.
I found out tonight that John Aaron Drymon had returned from his research trip in Israel and the Palestinian territories. What most people don't know is that there is quite a sizeable Christian contigent among the Palestinian population, around thirteen percent my old friend says. I have a habit of calling my good friends "old", but John and I actually go way back. We're lucky enough to appreciate the rare friendships that begin in kindergarten.
You could say a lot has changed in the fourteen years that I've known John (come to think of it, that's almost three quarters of my life total). But we're still pretty much the same people, with the same innocent eyes we had in our first grade pictures. I'd say that we have a great deal of respect for each other because we chose our paths without letting other people's opinions influence us. That is to say we chose not to go to the University of Arkansas. He decided to go way out to Colgate, in Hamilton New York to pursue a life in the Episcopalian clergy. As you know, I went a slightly different direction in Tulsa.
We've fought many battles together, whether it was as bratty kids in gymnastics or trivia freaks in Quiz Bowl. Over this time, I learned the value of his judgment, and the inevitable fact that he will make an excellend shepherd for his flock one day. He's one of the few people whose opinion I would trust without hesitation. I mean, I once tried to tell him that I was just an engineer. At that moment, he gave me one of the best replies ever: NO.
Of course, the sad thing about life is you never seem to have enough time. Today was the first time that I've met Johnson all summer. I'd love to go back to the old days when we had infinite time to waste. However, time marches on and our ships sail for different ports. He's suited towards an East Coast life style while I'm just a small town boy. At least we do not take our common bond for granted.
