"For it is true, we can seldom help those closest to us. Either we don't know what part of ourselves to give or, more often than not, the part we have to give is not wanted. And so, it's those we live with and should know who elude us. But we can still love them - we can love them completely without completely understanding."
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A lot can happen in two decades. Gray hair overtakes dark brown. Roofs get replaced. As do automobiles. Minute details related to times past fade into the background, yet the memory of deep-seated hurts remain.
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I have to admit that when it comes to intelligence coupled with curiosity, I'm a sucker for admiration. That described my Secretary - Treasurer to a tee. Plus, back then, he was really physically healthy. Now, keep in mind that I'm describing someone from twenty years ago. In essence, for a 40-year-old Mississippi man, he had it going on. I specifically remember complimenting him regarding his physique and him mentioning creatine as his secret weapon.
I had no idea what creatine was.
I do recall him saying that he and "a friend" regularly strength trained in his friend's garage. No doubt this was a fastidious regimen.
All in all, he didn't look anything like your typical 40-year-old Mississippi man in 2002, making him that much more intriguing / captivating / intimidating to me. I felt fortunate, from the outset, to have the opportunity to work with such a unique dude.
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I believe it was during our third year of serving together on the HOA board that I inadvertently caught him (Secretary - Treasurer) embezzling monies from the homeowners' association checking account. In essence, he was using the debit card attached to the checking account to put gas in his cars.
At this point within our relationship, things were very tense, and communication, in particular, was practically nonexistent between he and my VP and me.
His financial situation didn't warrant this crime (which I chose not to report to law enforcement), yet he showed zero remorse whilst confronted. In fact, in lieu of offering any sort of an apology regarding his actions, he instead regaled me with nonsensical accusation after accusation, all of which ran the gamut from me myself, my wife (who been assisting with filing the HOA tax return), and anything else he could think of that had any inkling of connection to Rob.
Finally, after ten or so minutes of listening to him berate me, he finally relinquished the checkbook / checkcard as my VP and I stood frenchfryed within his breakfast room. (That truly was a Sunday afternoon I'll never forget!)
I ended up serving as Prez of the HOA board for another 4-5 years sans this man (or really anyone else) serving alongside. It was a tough road. Volunteer work like that (if it's done well) takes a toll on one's emotional health. I learned firsthand that it truly is a thankless job and that you're absolutely not better off managing it alone.
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Now, fast forward to today.
My former Secretary - Treasurer is now 60ish and I'm 51. I've not served formally on our 'hood's HOA board since 2010, though I do sort of hold a President Emeritus consulting role.
Unsurprisingly, my former Secretary - Treasurer no longer sports the creatine-enhanced muscular bod, though I must admit, he also doesn't look like the typical early-60s (grossly overweight) Mississippian. And (strangely to me), he now owns a dog. As far as I know, he's still married, and his (now adult) only child is likely still living at home (she's mentally handicapped).
How do I know this?
Over the past six months or so, starting out very sporadically, but now once or twice daily, this former volunteer colleague has been walking said dog religiously throughout our tight knit 'hood.
It's important to keep in mind that I haven't seen this man face-to-face (despite the fact that he & his fam continued to live one street over) in over 17 years.
As such, our cul-de-sac is one of nine stubby appendages that he ventures down. And regarding our abode, we've considerably more frontage than most everyone else therein, therefore his opportunity to steal a passing glance is - due to sight lines - unimpeded.
During the first few times we encountered each other (as he briskly strolled by), I didn't even recognize him.
But then he politely said my name during one of his walk-bys.
"Hello, Rob."
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In summary, I'm trying to stay focused on the good that came from knowing / volunteering alongside this man - versus the hurt - whilst remembering that I too am not the same man I once was.
At the same time, I'm leery. For I never imagined he would have the gumption to show his face again, all these years later, much less make a regular routine of walking by my house.
It's as if he simply cannot get enough of me. But why? I'm the one he heaped all that blame on before. Couldn't he simply choose to not traverse down our cul-de-sac?
This is truly the weirdest blasts from the past I've ever encountered.
Here's to our respectful future...what might it hold? I'm very thankful to have this opportunity to reset at this very different stage of life.
What is God calling me to do now relative to this past relationship, particularly from the standpoint of who I was back then versus who I am today? I've been shaped (re?) by so many circumstances / relational forces (Samson Society, etc.) throughout our time apart. My outlook therein is dramatically different as a result.
Perhaps his too has experienced similar upgrading. Will I ever be privy to knowing or will he simply be a regularly scheduled program (he and his pooch) as he traverses his daily route through our 'hood?
