Just got an e-mail from my dad and it reminded of what a small world we live in...He was buying some cables at the Source (back in BC, obviously) when the guy ringing through his order asked if he was my dad (I'm assuming something like, 'hey are you Nicole Devereaux's dad?'). First of all that being pretty weird because who just randomly asks someone that and second of all I don't think the guy asking has ever met my dad. Well, it turns out that its this guy Benji who was a couple grades younger than me (I think...) and we knew each other back before he even went to high school (again...I think). His older brother Tim and I were better friends, we knew each other from youth group and we were closer in age. This is all pretty vague memories, and I'm also half asleep, it's only 8am on a Saturday morning. Anyways, so he wants me to e-mail him and get in touch. He'd heard something about me going to Europe and wants to know how I'm doing. Such a small world.
I'm really curious as to how he heard about what I was up to. My guess is Rob...but I don't even know if you know him, or if you do, if you still talk to him. Maybe Aaron...through Rob? Who knows. It just got me wondering, how often do people I don't know think about me? I know I'm personally thinking about other people all the time, always curious what others are up to. And now apparently, some people think of me too-even people that I figured would have long forgotten who I was.
Which gets me thinking about what mark I've left. What do people who knew me think about me, now that our paths don't cross anymore? I can't get the one memory out of my mind from sometime in grade 10 when a girl was in the home ec room with me at THSS and she thanked me for being so nice to her back at Westview...and I had no idea who she was! I'm glad that in that situation I'd left a good impression, and I pray that I've left more positive impressions than negative, but I always wonder-what do people think of me now? And then...what will they say about me when I'm gone? If I keep moving maybe a lot of people I expected to be at my funeral won't even know I'm gone. This isn't meant to be morbid, just thought provoking. What will people say? What kind of life have I led? Is the world a better place for having me in it? I'd like to think so, not to be stuck up, but I'd like to think that God has impacted my life in a real and positive way that I've been in turn been able to pass onto others.
Wow this was meant to be short. I have to run, gonna be late for work!