More Serendipity

OK, so I bought a new computer just in time.  This one’s more personal.

I was lying in bed last night, listening to the BBC on the local NPR station trying to go to sleep.  They were running an article about an American art museum, where the owner had gotten tired of the edgy, upsetting art that is in vogue these days and wanted to find something simpler, more uplifting.  He found such an artist in Addis Ababa, Ethiopia.  I’m not sure I heard much more of the article.

It got me thinking of my college days at Sterling College in Kansas (1970-72).  We had 6 Ethiopian exchange students, all men.  The nicest of them, and the one I was closest to, was Jerman Disasa.  I had not thought of him, probably since I left school in 1972, but I found myself thinking of him now.  Me being me, I couldn’t stay in bed, but had to go check the Internet to see if he had any mentions.

Here’s the spooky part.  Apparently he is still the sunshiney, wonderful man he was then, and there were many student blogs calling him the finest man on the planet.  Student blogs.  About Dr. Jerman Disasa, Director of Special Services.  At Presbyterian College.  In Clinton, SC.  About 3 hours away by car.  I couldn’t believe it.

I commented on two blogs and a website, then stumbled on his actual email.  I wrote him.  This morning, he wrote back.  Jerman said he was glad to hear from me; he had been a bit depressed lately, because another of his friends had died recently and he couldn’t get to Kansas to attend the funeral.  My writing him just then lifted his spirits.

I don’t think any more needs to be said.  This was just spooky, in the best possible way.  I’m so glad to have reconnected with this quality person; I hope he wants to continue the connection after he reads a bit about what I have become through my websites.  He has already said he’d like to come visit.

Hugs,
Me

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