Lorie Christopher

My favorite memory is when Kim Hunt and I had short hand class and neither one of us knew how to read short hand. We were to translate a short hand story into long hand. We got together and made our story up that matched. Everyone else's translation in the class (about 20 people) was correct. Kim and I had a great story. But it wasn't the one that everyone else. had. Needless to say the look Mrs. Cline gave us was disgust.... Then there was the time Bruce Heffner took the wrap something the girls did. Ms. Devreau took him to Mr. Hollis's office. We were sweating it thinking he would tell on us. He didn't. Bless his heart.

To a wonderful new world of personalities in Charlotte. Not many true North Carolina home grown people uptown. Many of my friends are from Northern states. A true diversity of the minds.

I am not at all shy anymore. I talk all the time.

Life is good. Different People bring different meanings into your life. I am happy with where I am now. I have a great son who has taught me the real meaning of love and giving of one's life, fabulous friends who have been so supportive during a long time need for change, a great job that has taught me the meaning of integrity and diversity, and great parents that I am still fortunate to have with me here on this earth. I pray for people who don't know how to forgive and can't be be happy in their own skin, so they attempt to be in everyone else's world, and business. Life is what you make it so live it to the fullest and be your own person. When you see someone that you know, who has a grudge against you, smile while saying "Hello". It is kindness that always makes a statement about where you are in your life, and how you feel about yourself, and your life direction. I have done it many times and go home, and sleep well. Make every day special. I tell the ones I love that I love them. I try to stay fit and eat good, but my down fall is sweets, particularly chocolate, and ice cream. I like riding, writing, working out, and searching for the never ending dream. I write poetry, and have several published poems, which are forthcoming in a book titled Immotal Verses, and will be availabe in the public library.
The Journey:
In the wind, our memories drift;
as time is only a moment.
Words soar as to be true;
but, for some truth is none.
Pain can shred the heart jagged;
pity, it can't be revived.
Numbness feels the soul;
so emptiness doesn't engulf.
Imagination buries the darkness;
the fog outsiders cannot see.
When the journey end is near;
radiant light we will follow.
Copyright ©2007 Lorie C. Hinson****

Mr. Schrum, Ms. Previtte,

Russell Randolph since he did such a great job with this website

Dawn Ford, Sue Philbeck, Ellen Burrell, Lisa Mobley

the world as it used to be.

Looking forward to our 30 year reunion to catch up with old friends.