He sat in the front row of the class room every morning. Directly in front of the door, so that the second the alarm bell rang he would be the first to shoot out the door. Small for his age, he wore nerdy glasses, loved to go to the library and read, played the trumpet.
He was shy, cripplingly so. Had no idea how to carry on a normal conversation with a girl.
When he was 16 his brother and he were talking about girls one night. The boy realized if something didn’t change, he was destined to be single his entire life.
There was this girl in home room, he had a secret crush on. She was a year younger, sat with all of the popular kids in the back of the room. She had long dark hair. She was athletic. Played varsity basketball her freshman year. She came from a well to do family.
Totally out of his league.
One day in Spanish lab, the cute girl and her friend asked the shy boy a question about a homework assignment. The conversation lasted all of thirty seconds.
Would you believe through a series of serendipitous circumstances that boy eventually did get a date with that cute girl…..and then years later…they were married.
I was thinking about that kid this morning.
Because that kid was me.