Ever see a name from your past pop up in a completely different venue, somewhere so unrelated to what you thought you knew of that person that you scratch your head and wonder,
could it be? -- and find out that it is?

During the days my Other Half and I were more active in the amateur radio community, our radio club's roster included twin brothers and their wives. As time progressed, we grew in different directions, and the radio club eventually folded. Some months ago, we learned through a mutual friend that one of the brothers had been in a serious accident, but were never able to follow up on it.

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Abizeleth

I don't expect everyone I've ever met to remember that I'm diabetic. There was a period that I barely told anyone about it, unless I was absolutely forced to. So how could they remember if they never knew?

I do expect my close friends, family and important people (i.e. my coworkers, my professors, etc) to remember that I'm diabetic. After all, most of them see the daily battle that diabetes is. How can you forget that?

But so often, my friends forget. Sometimes I feel like my own family forgets. They get involved in their own lives, their own problems and forget about this portion of my life. Yet, I can't excuse them.

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The past weekend I spent 3 days at a Christian Camp in the mountains working at a retreat called Via de Cristo or Cursillo. Some you may have heard of it before. It is one of many 3 day movements around the world used to rekindle the fire of ones faith. My wife and I attended Via de Cristo, which is a co-ed non denominational version of Cursillo, a few years back and try to serve on the team at least once a year for new people going through the experience. (READ MORE)