Though I do not believe that a plant will spring up where no seed has been, I have great faith in a seed. Convince me that you have a seed there, and I am prepared to expect wonders.
Henry David Thoreau
Many moons ago I went to school with a boy that I never spoke to, whom I shall call "Never Spoken to Boy". We shared friends. We shared teachers. We may have even shared glances. We shared a building everyday, but we never shared words. I would like to believe by extension of our mutual friends, we also shared respect for each other.
Fast forward a few decade worth of moons to the dawn of Facebook. In the far right hand column is the section of suggested friends. Lo and behold, Never Spoken to Boy. As expected, we had over a dozen mutual friends. Without hesitation, (cause by now I am grown and I don’t hesitate over much of anything) I decided to send him a friend request with a note. If memory serves me correctly (and I guess Facebook stores this stuff, if I need 100% accuracy), it read:
Greetings Never Spoken to Boy (you do know I used his real name and didn’t call him Never Spoken to Boy), I trust that this reaches you in good health and spirits. It’s great to see your face in the “suggested friends” column and I trust that all is well in your world.
Be ever so wonderful,
He accepted my friendship and responded with an amiable note.
Statuses are updated daily. Responses are made to our mutual friends and through this cyber medium we began to learn more about each other. Our hobbies overlap (no he is not a scrapper! HMPH!). Our travels overlap. Our taste in music and books are parallel. We are both text-aholics. The Never Spoken to Boy turns out to be a really cool man.
Crisis hits on the home front. I am in the midst of an onslaught of text messages. I am receiving an absolutely ridiculous amount of them from concerned friends; far more than I care to respond to, at the time. Simultaneously, I am sending a bunch to my select circle of Wisdom Warriors that I have come to rely on. Somewhere in this confusion, I attempt to text one of my Wisdom Warriors who is an attorney and whose first three letters of her name are the same as Never Spoken to Boy, but instead, I accidently send my text of distress to him. Immediately he calls me. I was confused by his call in the midst of my mayhem. He points to my error and out of nowhere (well, it seemed like no where to me!) he offers an amazing piece of advise that immediately moved me from frantic to empowered…and empowered I remained.
Now, the truth be told, I still don’t speak to Never Spoken to Boy very often. We continue to respond to mutual status updates. We text each other from time to time. We are developing as friends and are enjoying the process. Although I pray that the day will never come when Never Spoken to Boy evolves into I Don’t Talk to Him Anymore Man, I will forever cherish the moment that Never Spoken to Boy spoke the exact words I needed to hear the moment I needed them most.
Peace and Coltrane's Love Supreme,