I am remembered -_-

My time as a regular with the Stanford Wushu Club ended when I set off for law school five years ago. Especially since my falling out with my former coaches there, I figured that my time there had ended for good. But membership in a college club is like that - they're inherently generational, and life moves on. I did a lot of work there. I put my heart into the place without expecting to be remembered afterward, because every four years or so there's basically a complete changing of the guard. I figured that the truest test of whether I'd succeeded in doing what I'd set out to do would be if the club's spirit thrived long after I was gone.

I expected to be forgotten. And I was okay with it. The work wasn't really about me - it was about what I believed in.

But I wasn't forgotten, even after the falling out with the coaches. One of my coworkers took his young son to Stanford, and happened by a SMAP demo, including my old club. They stayed to talk, and my coworker, remembering from casual conversation that I'd done some wushu, asked if anyone there knew me. As it turns out, they did remember me. In terms so glowing that it would embarass me to repeat them here.

I'm not in the habit of having much faith in people. It's a happy thing to be wrong about that sometimes.