Everything happens for a reason.

One afternoon, a notification popped up — I had been added to a new group chat. Curious, I checked and saw it was for a JASMS reunion.

Yes, that JASMS — Jose Abad Santos Memorial School — where our childhoods were shaped under the warmth of its unconventional but nurturing “JASMS Way.”

Easily, memories of outdoor classes, creative projects, the JASMS mountain and a childhood spent with muddy shoes running and wide eyes came to the fore. At this point, let me thank my editor and publisher for allowing me to share this small, personal journey.

Almost close to skipping the above invitation, it was providential that I did not. That night became one of the most meaningful and unexpectedly refreshing evenings I have had in recent years.

“Come on Alexander, let’s go!”

“Here’s the address, see you there!”

These were some mentions I got.

Being a shy introvert since elementary days, there was still hesitancy on my part thinking that I may not blend in or that my classmates may not remember me as I have not seen them since graduation from high school. Ultimately, one of my classmates, Marilou, convinced me to attend and agreed to my request to look after me. I also found out that Edward was our host and what a host he and his wife were!

A trait I got from my father is punctuality. Thus, with my cousin Andy who tagged along, we came early, found a good parking spot, and calmed my nerves.

Once inside, familiar faces slowly filled the space. While not being close to everyone, there was something grounding about seeing them again — Marilou, Michael, Binoe, Chesca and Pacoy - a sense of ease and warmth. I was eager to see the old versions of them rather than who they have as it reminded me also of who I used to be. Carlo J. probably did not realize how much I learned from him back then. Angelo — still one of the popular guys — helped me get a conversation going with the childhood best friend of my ultimate elementary crush.

Without naming names but thanks to her friend, who was just as charming, for making me feel comfortable. We missed those who couldn’t make it, like Ren, Matt, and Laa and Christine, who now live abroad. Most of them, apart from some physical changes, were pretty much as I remembered — kind, funny, vibrant.

Class reunions always evoke a variety of meaningful emotions. On a positive note, there is nostalgia, joy, gratitude and even excitement. It is also a time of reflection, appreciation and sentimentality. There can also be an element of surprise and curiosity. I am sure that all of the above were felt by all of us.

Aging gracefully, we all carry our own stories, but still anchored to something we once shared. Memories, friendships, a sense of belonging — don’t really leave you. They linger and shape you to what you are now.

Definitely, this was not just a reunion. It was a gentle reminder of the simple joys in life, of growth, and the beauty of a shared history. Unexpected as it was, the evening gifted me a sense of grounding — and maybe even a little more courage.