Old Soundtracks Never Die, They Become Niche Formats on FM Radio

Author and Catholic mom Danielle Bean writes for InsideCatholc.com today, about meeting the love of her life in high school, and the music that played in the background of their lives:

The other day, I had a couple of the girls with me in the car while we ran some errands. A familiar song came on the radio and, without pausing to think, I turned up the volume.... The soundtrack that accompanied this particular high school romance was highlighted with big hair and spandex. Personally, I will admit to being an Olivia Newton John fan, but I won't embarrass Dan by sharing with you the name of his favorite band -- except to say that it started with "Bon" and ended with "Jovi."

You should really read the whole thing. It's a touching story. The kids must be lucky. I think their parents are too.

When I was in high school in the early 70s, I knew couples who were glued to the hip since practically the first day of freshman year, and they stayed that way till the end. Some of those couplings ended on the day of graduation, having fulfilled their shallow purpose of companionship and status quo. Others ended in marriage, and of those, some quite happily. Once I asked a girl to a formal dance. She happily agreed, and I happily walked on a cloud for several days. But then, she backed out. She was one of the ladies- and gentlemen-in-waiting, to the king and queen of the event, and was to be escorted by a guy with the same entourage. She and this escort didn't stop there. They're still married to this day. He's a teacher at the high school, and both are big alumni supporters. It was the least they could do.

Was their meeting as a result of my getting jilted part of God's plan? Actually, it was more likely part of her plan, which doesn't make for a good character reference. Maybe that's where God came in. It has always been intriguing to me that He would arrange events in such a way, as to present one with the object of one's vocation, at a time when the vast majority of people are still figuring out who they themselves are, never mind anyone else. Sometimes He knows what we want better than we do ourselves. Sometimes He gives us what we ask for. Sometimes what we ask for, is what we deserve.

Some things we never figure out. That's why they call life a mystery. As I get older, they keep piling up.
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