Hey Wallyce,
I don't know if you even remember me, but I'm a former classmate from whiteville high, class of 89. Its strange but today I'm sitting at work reading a news article on my computer. It was something about how we should be afraid of all things google (I tell you have so much useless info floating around in my head that its no wonder anything else gets in there). Anyway, they mentioned something about former classmates and don't ask me why, but your name immediately popped into my head. Ironically I checked google (the enemy), and came across your site.
I don't know if you even check this site anymore, but I enjoyed reading about what's been going on in your world and catching up. Believe it or not, so much in your journal spoke to me. You spoke about your love for Whiteville, and how many of us tend to run and not find contentment in our lives.
I left Whiteville less than a week after we graduated and I have not looked back. I was so angry and bitter, friends that I grew up with never knew where I went.
Over the years I kept mediocre at best contact with them, and I never found hapiness. I currently live in Wisconsin and although I'm coming to terms with my past, I still sometime find the urge to flee when strong memories resurface.
Anyway, I remember how eccentric you were in school. I remember admiring your creativity and free spirit and wish that I wasn't so hung up on what I perceived other peoples thoughts of me. Right now I'm admiring your religious devotion. I must say that I strong religious foundation is something that I did take away from Whiteville and I continue to carry that with me.
Finally, I'm working at 3M, and I like it, I guess my next move will be back to the east coast (I still have family scratching their head about this wisconsin move), but I hope to stay with 3M when I do.
Take care
