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Rick Selcer
Really eye-opening to read all the loving messages about Wendell. Though I knew him for many years, we were never close. In fact, we got into a couple of (near) fights in junior high school during P.E. Lost track of him at Paschal and didn't see him at any of the Reunions. So here we are now with his passing (funny how hard it is to say the word "die.") So many empathetic and sincere expressions of mourning. It's funny; no matter how rough and tough (insecure?) we acted in high school, at this point in our lives we're able to express genuine feeling, even reference God without embarrassment. I have gotten to know people at our Reunions that I never spoke to or even liked in high school. Now I look forward to seeing them at the next get-together. I guess we really do grow up and wise up if we live long enough. It seems I truly missed something by not getting to know Wendell at Paschal. We are a good bunch of folks. All the "jerks" and "assholes" we remember from high school somehow disappeared -- or were transformed into really nice people. Reminds me of Mark Twain's comment: something about how stupid/bad his father was when he was growing up. Then by the time he was 25, it was amazing, Twain said, how much his father had learned/changed! Think about it.
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