Well, here it is, the weekend of our twenty-fifth reunion. Though my memories of our time grow more limited each day, many of my strongest memories are of things I did that embarrass me now. For those things, and all the people I may have offended or hurt, I do apologize. It has taken me far longer to learn some of the most fundamental life lessons than it should have.
But while I've been slow to pick up on many truths, I do realize that I would not have learned any of them were it not for the seeds sown by the people who took the effort to cultivate friendship -- those who faced the same and even greater pressures of the Mudd experience, yet spent their time helping me through it. I can't imagine that I can ever repay the debt of gratitude I owe. But I am also certain they would never expect it. In fact, they would likely deny their efforts at all. Another lessoned learned late: humility is a trait of all great people.
So, thank you all for all you did. Intentional or not. Remembered or not. My life and any appreciation I have for its richness, I owe in large part to you.
Long live Pseudo Psuite!
Kindest regards,
Neil
