FBLA President


 Last night was the Future Business Leaders of America; Buffalo, MO chapter, induction Banquet.  Ellen was inducted as the president for the 2024-25 school year; her senior year.  Here she is making her acceptance speech.  She was super nervous, but she is going to do a fabulous job, I am sure.  The girl in the black dress, seated next to her and looking at her, was the former president and will be graduating here next week.  There were lots of tears and hugs and whatnot as they all bid farewell to the graduating seniors.  

Every year Ellen, and the rest of them, get teary-eyed over their senior friends graduating.  I told her that is a fundamental truth of life; you work your way up from ground floor of one goal to the next; school, jobs or careers, relationships...etc.  The Lord, and time, have a way of sifting out the wheat from the chaff; or the influential from the non-influential, if that makes any sense.  You hang on to the important aspects, lessons and relationships from things, then go on to the next.  I have maybe 4-5 people from high school I have hung on to, in one way or another, over the years and distance.  Nowadays social media makes it easier to keep contact, of course.  But those with whom you have little in common with tend to fade away.  

 Likewise; from every job I have had and left I have kept at least one friend.  I have lost contact with a couple of them by now, though I have tried to find the again.  But nevertheless the friendship remains and I know that we'd greet each other with a hug, or a handshake, if we saw each other again.  

Life is all about good-byes after the greetings, no matter the stretch of time in between.  That is the poignancy of it.  But the spiritual ties are still there, long after the physical has evaporated.

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