Up On A Wall

Tonight I found myself in the town's high school auditorium. A place in which I spent a good portion of my high school career. It's just the same. In the lobby, on the cement wall, is our wall of, well, fame, I guess. Any success story from our school--there aren't many--has a photo, or a plaque, or some memento.

Up there, with a bunch of movie posters from the one girl that made it big so many many years ago, are plaques engraved with each years' talents. The ones that worked so hard for so little reward. And tonight, looking at those plaques, I found my name. Honestly, I'd forgotten it was there.

It's amazing what a bit of engraving can do to the self esteem. To know my name is on that wall makes me remember where I was so many years ago. Before college, before my travels. I remember my potential and above all, my dreams, what I thought I would do. I'm not eighteen any more, and I'm certainly not where I thought I'd be a quarter through my life. Today, I've got great dreams, great opportunities, great friends, and my name on a wall. Tomorrow, who knows?