"Dream as if you'll live forever, live as if you'll die today" ( James Dean)
I thought before I could jump into my life story, I should tell you a little about myself. My name is Rorey Meck. I am 30 years old. I married the love of my life, Matt Meck, when I was 26 years old. I am a social worker at Deans Nursing Home and Assisted Living Facility in a small town called Victoria, New Jersey. I have always had a passion for the elderly, ever since I was younger.
We haven't had kids yet. Kids are kind of one of those things we haven't found time to seriously consider having. Matt stays busy running the family ranch. Our ranch has been in Matt's family for 10 generations. Ever since he was little, he was very persistent on coming back to run it someday. That was our common ground when we first met. We had both grown up on a ranch. I lived in a small town in Idaho called Bix. There were only 28 people in my graduating class. I loved the ranch, the town, and the people.
Oh how the ranch brings back many memories for me. A vast majority of my common sense and work ethic was produced from that ranch. I loved working along side my family to achieve one common goal. At the end of the day, you knew the next day bared the same hard work, and it would really never all be done. But, a beautiful summer sunset, a glorious chirping robin on a spring day, the purest snow flakes falling lightly on the bare ground on a calm winter afternoon, or crispy tree leaves crunching under your feet as you walk down the lane during a fall evening on your way home from a hard days work in the field, made every last piece of strenuous work worth the time and effort it took to succeed.
I have always been one of those people that loved quotes. I live my life by them. When I was younger I made a quote book. It was one of those extra large three ring binders that holds like thousands of pieces of paper. I printed off all sorts of quotes and separated them by topic. There were several like - sports, good attitudes, friends, but my all time favorite were live, love, and laughter. I always found that those three applied to my life the most. I was always living, trying to find love, and of course I had a lot of laughter in me. I was generally in search of some new profound theory, way of thinking, or a new philosophy. I would see things, like quotes, stories or poems and have an epiphany. Looking back, I'm not sure how I thought it was my great new way of thinking seeing as how it always came from someones pieces of advice, but I would twist and turn it and make it my own. My friends would listen, because that's what friends do. I would give my advice to some younger kids who looked up to me. I always tried to sound profound in my advice and always wiser than I think I really was. Thinking back, I'm not sure I ever gave super bad advice, but there are defiantly things you learn the older you get. Things I wish I would have known back then, but you live and you learn right.
Now that you know my solid background, I will take you back to when it all started. I was a freshman in high school. I was, as the old saying used to go, at the bottom of the totem poll again. There were lots of people older than me and not so many younger than me. Classes were becoming more challenging and of course life becomes more dramatized. I had learned the hard way who I could trust and not trust. My best friend had finally came in from the country school to be with me. I came in from country school two years later. I had friends, but not all of them were as trustworthy as I had assumed. To say the least, things were getting more difficult. There were lots of new boys in my class that year. I remember falling hard for this one named Alex. He was a cute cowboy, whom I was sure I loved. Of course, you know how it is when you 15 years old. Love is one of those words that you carelessly throw around until one day you wake up and realize what it really means.
Alex's best friend was named Charlie. Charlie and I became pretty good friends that year as well. Along with several other boys, but my mind was still set on Alex. Towards the end of year, about two weeks before school was out, Alex and I decided we were indeed "more than friends". I remember the phone call from him. I thought he was my Mom calling. I was confused when he said "I have been thinking Rorey, I think your right, we are more than friends". It took me a second, but I picked it up!
I remember my first kiss with him. My other friends were more concerned about me getting my first kiss than I was. It wasn't anything like I dreamed. Of course I had had my first kiss planned along with my wedding and proposal planned since I was 5, and it was nothing like it. I later in life found out that there are a lot of things that don't go as planned. I dreamed I would be walking in a winter wonder land and as my boyfriend was walking me up my drive way it would start snowing. We would both stop and look up and he would say "Rorey, you are beautiful. Can I kiss you?" There would be tears in my eyes and I would be speechless. All I could do was nod a shy yes. This may come as a surprise to you, but what actually happened was far less romantic. We found a corner in a school smaller than most churches and I had my first kiss. How memorable right?
Alex moved away about two weeks after school got out, and I didn't see him again for over two years. Then there was Charlie, whom after me and Alex broke up I was sure I loved. One of my best friends Mike was very good friends with Charlie. I didn't really talk to Charlie much that summer between my freshman and sophomore year, but I talked to Mike almost every night. He gave me all sorts of advice that summer. The one piece I had to take was, be patient. By the first day of school, which is in August back in our hometown, I was head over heels for Charlie. We talked some during class and school actives, and proceeded into a deeper friendship as school went on. I remember holding hands with him for the first time on a bus ride home from some school activity. Don't tell my kids, if I ever have any, I don't want them getting any ideas. But, the bus ride was when the whole thing started. I so very much liked Charlie, but that completely threw me for a loop. What I wanted became very blurry at that point. So, I did the most logical thing I could do to think of. I ran...
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