“A Match Made in Heaven” by Butch Ford
There was a hodge-podge group of people I met back in the fall of 1982. I was the new kid and essentially “a fish out of water.” I didn’t live in the area and had no history with any of them to speak of. I would just observe and take mental notes until I felt more comfortable with things.
KB was the first one I met. She was a sweet, quiet, and shy young lady who was really kind to me but was always about her business. YB was the “cutie” in the designer jeans. She had long flowing hair and always seemed to turn heads whenever she would strut past you. RR was this fast-talking, loud chick who always appeared angry to me. You would hear her coming long before you’d actually see her. She was an acquired taste, in my opinion. DD was a bright, charismatic, intellectual sista who was simply brilliant. And she knew it too. A precursor of things to come, perhaps?
Double J. was the “around the way girl” who knew everybody and vibed with everyone she came in contact with. LS and BS were the laid back biological sisters who you could barely tell apart. They had million-dollar smiles and were sweet as pie. They had a younger sibling LS, who was a little rough around the edges and wasn’t one to play with. But we got along great.
DM and NP were best friends from way back. They were a bit hard for me to assess. Probably because I didn’t see them very often. According to the brothas, NP flaunted the physique of a grown-ass woman much older than her actual teenaged years. A “traffic stopper” if you will. And DM was a lady in every sense of the word who carried herself with a quiet and sneaky confidence…like she was hiding something. JE was the athlete. She played every sport…and excelled at each one of them. She was smart, as well.
KM was a quiet brother who resembled someone from the DeBarge family. He barely spoke above a whisper. SS and OP were down-to-earth, cool individuals that were unassuming and mostly played the background. But they were loved by all. And then there was me.
None of us really hung out together. And we all seemed to run in different crowds. I’d later discover that the majority of them did indeed have a history with each other. As they attended elementary and middle school together years prior. But at that time, everyone was trying to find themselves and carving their own niche in the world. It’s called growing up.
Today…35 years later: Kecia, Yolanda, Rita, Dionne, Joycelyn, Linda, Brenda, Lisa, Dianne, Nichelle, Jacqueline, Keith, Sylvia, Onza, La’Tricia, Patricia and my cousin Freda share the tightest and most incredible bond. They are more than just my friends. They are my family. Although It’s hard to put into words what they truly mean to me. If you were to sit them down and ask them about it… I’m sure they’d tell you something similar to what I’m trying to describe to you right now. It’s special.
Life is so short and nothing is guaranteed. Love one another. Be good to each other. We never know where life will take us or what God has planned for us. I couldn’t have foreseen the closeness I would eventually share with these people. None of us saw this coming. But it’s here and we’ve embraced it. I can’t imagine what my life would be like without any of them. We’re all still very different, but that’s what makes it all work. Truly a match made in heaven.