Back when I was about 10 years old I went away to summer camp and had a blast.  I made several friends while I was at camp and wrote to a few of them over the years.  One girl in particular I wrote to well into high school and even some in college.  I guess we eventually drifted apart and stopped writing to each other.  I often wonder where she is and what she is doing.

I moved about 5 years ago to the area we are living in now.  I live about a half hour from where my pen-pal grew up.  There has been a couple of times at church when I thought I saw someone who looked like her and I wondered if it could be her.

Yesterday at church when I was dropping Peanut off in the nursery there was a new mom checking the kids in.  It was the lady that I think looks like my old pen-pal.  So, I thought to myself, “Well, if her name is Becky then it must be her.”  And I saw her name tag and it said Becky.  Did I say anything to her to find out if she could be my old pen-pal?

Nope.

Why not?  I guess you could say I’m shy- although that’s not really the truth.  I am shy in a way, it’s hard for me to talk to people I don’t know.  But the reason I don’t like to talk to people I don’t know is because I know in a situation like that- if I had asked her if she could have been my old penpal- my face would have turned all red.  Why?  I don’t know.  There isn’t anything embarassing about it, there is no reason for my face to get all red.  But that’s why I didn’t say anything to her- I knew my face would end up turning all red.  And I hate it.