Captain's Log - Our People

I had the coolest chat with one of my friends last week. We were at an event—something I’ve avoided like the plague for several years now, giving in to my excruciating social anxiety and cheating myself out of the gift of spending time with people I dearly love.

Walking into said event, I ran into a gal I haven’t seen in forever and four days, and we were joking about how we would rather be jamming ice picks in our left eyes than going in this place to “people.” We talked about how bad we hate to go out, how silly that is, and how we always have so much fun and are so glad once we go, relax, and quit being ridiculous about it.

From the edge of the room, a quick scan of the crowd helped me target a friend, and I slipped over to where she sat at a big table. Soon other friends were coming over to chat and sit, and the visiting got going full force. Another friend, fairly new to Fallon, settled in, and in our story-swapping, shared how much he was enjoying himself and how much he loved Fallon.

“I’ve found my people,” he said, with a calm and peaceful smile and a nod of his head.

He started naming the friends he’s made and how comfortable he is here. It was really quite lovely to hear how much he appreciated each of these new friends, as well as all we are—that he actually felt a part of the community and was genuinely glad to be here.

What a sweet sentiment.

And so different from a recent, cowardly anonymous Facebook post where the author asked on a community page, “What’s the worst thing about living in Fallon?”

I love that not very far into the numerous comments were several responses focused on all the good we have and are.

So, while we enjoy the terrific life we all have here in this community, we’ll be eternally grateful for all of you—all our people—and we’ll be right here…

…Keeping you Posted.

—Rach