I had just an amazing time my 40th highschool class reunion. There was a Friday night BBQ at a classmate's house and a Saturday evening country club dinner. There was a great turn out -- probably about half of the 300 came one or both evenings. At the end of the Saturday night activity a bald guy came up to me and grabbed me by my shoulders-- I almost recognized him! He was Steve Crandall from Fountain Street Church and had married a woman in my class (that's why he was at the reunion). He recognized me and sought me out to tell me how much my mother and father had meant to him. He was in their 5th grade sunday school class (mid-1960's)and still has the plastic casting that was a result of a project my father organized (as I recall sunday school was called "character school" and religious instruction was very optional). Steve has been a business consultant in Grand Rapids for all these decades and is thinking of retiring. He is sure my parents had a big effect on his success. Surely an example that you never know how you might effect someone in life. That's Steve on the left. It was a very cool way to end the reunion party. Now that I've seen what my class mates look like 40 years later, I find myself looking at all people my age differently. Even at work, when see someone in their late 50's I now find myself imagining what they looked like when they were 14 years old. It can be distracting at in a meeting!