Forgive me if you were a "Morrison Monster" and have to endure this story here again. It is one that deserves repeat. Simply put, it's the best reunion story out there.
Last year, I attended my 20 Year High School Reunion. I had mixed feelings. First off, it was extremely over-priced. Y'know, one of my classmates scored the big time, took out a membership at the ritzy country club and took advantage of the rest of us! Secondly, I was sort of a big deal in high school...editor in chief, staff member of the school literary magazine--where I won first, second and third place in nearly every category...thank you...I belonged to as much as I could possibly squeeze into my Senior Year. I loved it!
Well, except for how this particular story started.
It was Sadie Hawkins, y'know, girl asks guy...buys the cutsie matching shirt/sweater and plays divine goddess host for the evening. My first pick (see "Best Friend" post below) didn't get back to me...so, I asked the Student Body President. I know...if you're gonna give up your first choice, you might as well start at the top!
I spent days making this enormous poster of butcher paper, magic marker, paint and of course writing some cheesy poem, which escapes my memory. My mom, whom I hadn't seen in two years flew out to visit, and it was a moment of bonding....I drove her to his house and she delivered the giant, rolled "invitations". Mr. SB Pres. was not at home, so we left it with his brother.
It took a couple days, but he said, "Yes". I don't recall the details of that moment either.
I saved my weekend Nanny money, and bought these crimson and grey sweaters...hey, I was loyal to my school and her colors!
So...quirky invitation...check
Answer...affirmative
Matching tacky shirts: check
I made the plans for dinner and the hair appointment to look "foxy". I bought the tickets, and had money set aside for pictures. It was going to be amazing.
The Wednesday before the dance, Mr. Pres. said he would rather go with this "other" girl who had recently asked him and would that be okay.
I know what you're thinking.
I was, however, polite and concerned about other's feelings and so I smiled and said, "Sure. I think that would be great! I hope you have a good time." I suppose I sincerely meant it...I mean why would I want to go with someone who didn't want to be there?
He gave me back the sweater, I cancelled my dinner plans and hair appointment. He went to the dance and I stayed home. Good times!
So...September 2007, twenty years later I'm going to the reunion. I have decided I'm going to tell Mr. Pres. just what a schmuck he was.
I sit through the uneventful night looking for him, but cannot seem to identify him. Hmmm...perhaps he didn't come?
There is a drawing for prizes and they call his name...wait...ah, yes! There he is...I excuse myself and go up to the front of the Reunion and wait as someone else has acquired his attention.
I wait...and wait...and finally, decide I look stupid standing there alone and so I go and sit back down.
A little while later, I see he has returned to his table and so I excuse myself again. I rehearse what I'm going to say on the walk to the table. With big grin I say, "Mr. President (okay, I used his real name, but you get the picture), how the heck are you?"
He turned and said, "Hello, Jonbonjovious (again, he used my real name)"
"I'm surprised you remember my name." Okay, there was a tad bit of bitterness in my voice.
"I remember you. I have thought about you through the years and what I did to you. It is the one thing I regret. It's not that I thought about it every minute, every day, every week or every month, but I thought about it. I am very sorry for what I did."
Tears started to swell and I choked up.
"I told my family, my children I am sorry."
I replied, "I told my children too. They know that even if the fat, ugly girl asks them first and they say, "Yes", they are taking her."
He introduced me to his wife. She said, "Oh, memories! Good or bad?"
He answered, "This is jonbonjovious."
"Oh, bad." she said, "he told me the story and he is so sorry. Tell her your sorry."
"I already did. I am sorry."
I asked his wife, "Would you mind taking that Sadie Hawkins picture for me now?"
She smiled and he stepped closer, put his arm around me and we took our picture.
Upon leaving him I said, "Mr. President, I knew you as a boy...I will remember you as a man."
I went back to my table and my DH asked, "Well, what happened?" I told him and he said, "You're lying."
"I'm not."
I was ready to go home. I came and that apology put me at peace. When I got home, my boys asked, "Did you see Mr. President?" I said, "Yes" and told them the story, to which my eighteen year old replied, "I'm so glad I always took the girl, that would be a terrible thing to have to carry around for twenty years!"
Indeed it would.
I would also like to add that a week later, I sent Mr. President an email and told him "Thank You" that his apology meant a lot.
His reply:
Oct. 4, 2007Jonbonjovious;You should be very proud of yourself for having the willpower and fortitude to do the things that you were able to do at such a young age. I am very sorry for what I did to you in high school. That is the only thing that I did that has bothered me through the years. Thank You for the opportunity to say that I am sorry at the reunion. It was a great load off of my shoulders; I hope that you can truly forgive me. I'm happy to know that you are doing well and have such a big family. I'm sure that you have a great husband and kids and a wonderful life. You mentioned at the reunion you were surprised that I remembered you after all these years; I just want to let you know that I will never forget you. You are a wonderful person. It was very nice to see you at the reunion.Thank you,Mr. PresidentI keep that letter folded in my purse. I take it out on occassion to remind me that I deserve great things. That even after 20 years, I am remembered and I have value.