The Catalyst

I have a friend whom I have known for many years. She and I are like sisters. Our ties are strong and go back a long way. A few years ago she told me about her first high school sweetheart. They met at a dance and fell in love, but life intervened and they went their separate ways. She heard he was now living in the same city again, but did not know how to contact him. She wondered if he would remember her. She had never forgotten him. I pulled a few strings and found his address and I said to her, "Here you go ... nothing ventured, nothing gained." Well, to make a long story short, they reconnected.

A couple of weeks ago I received a note from him (let's call them John and Mary, just for fun...) In his note to me, John said, "Dear Jo, we haven't met yet but Mary has spoken of you often with great affection. She tells me you were the person to thank for her finding me after many years of separation. I have loved my darling Mary since I was a teenager and that love never faded over the decades we were apart. So thank you, and be assured that I will never hurt her. I have carried this beautiful woman in my heart since I was 16 as she has carried me in hers. Jo, thank you again for bringing the true love of my life back to me, what our future holds we don't know yet, we only know no matter what we will never part again."

Gosh...! I wanted to share that note with you because it really touched my heart.

There have been a few other people throughout my lifetime that I have brought together this way as well. My mother used to call me the "catalyst".

cat·a·lyst:
1. A substance, usually used in small amounts relative to the reactants, that modifies and increases the rate of a reaction without being consumed in the process.
2. One that precipitates a process or event, especially without being involved in or changed by the consequences.

Well, I guess that's me.

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Someone posted this comment: Anonymous said... Blah, blah, blah...........has your chest exploded yet? You sure do know how to puff yourself up, don't you?

Well, this post is not about puffing myself up, but about being happy for other people. I probably didn't make that very clear. I am a rather boring person, and I often refer to this as my boring-little-blog. Personal attacks are never very nice, and always unnecessary. And of course they're always anonymous...