A couple weeks back, I got a friend request on Facebook. I didn’t immediately recognize the name, but her mutual friends included a couple other friends from high school.

As I thought about it, I began to remember who this woman was. She wasn’t in the yearbook our senior year, nor our junior year. I kept going back, until I found her.

And suddenly, I remembered. She and I shared a PhysEd class our freshman year of high school. She was a transfer in, I didn’t know her, and I wasn’t all that nice to her (we all have our regrets, this is one of them).

My most vivid memory of her was a moment after class finished but before the bell rang, while were all waiting at the door. As a response to some childish thing I probably said, she grabbed me in a, err personal part of me. It was unexpected, and unappreciated. I’d never really forgiven her for it. When we gathered for the 10 year reunion of our High School Class, I avoided her.

So now, back to the present, I have this dilemma. She send the friend request to me, which means she either doesn’t remember this event and what led to it, or she doesn’t give it any weight.

This friend request has forced me to reevaluate myself, who I am, and who I was.

To be honest, I had to think about the request for a few days before I accepted it. I don’t know if we’ll ever be friends, in the truest sense of the word, but if she’s willing to look past the ugliness of the past, I should too. It’s not good to hold a grudge that long.