- 11:40 am - Mon, Nov 19, 2012
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Eleni Medina, 4, of Sachse, Tx. doesn’t know what to do with her hand during the Pledge of Allegiance with her parents Kendra and Jason Medina at shortly before receiving her certificate to become a U.S. citizen at a children’s U.S. citizenship ceremony at the U.S. Citizenship and Immigration Services in Irving, TX on Friday Nov. 16, 2012. (Christian Randolph/The Dallas Morning News)
Everyone, AGAIN, if you are not following Christian’s amazing photos, do it now.
Oh and here is a great story about Christian and me: First of all, we called Christian ‘smart guy’ for the first three years he was in high school with us. He skipped two grades before high school so he was significantly younger than us when we all showed up to start our freshman year. Besides actually being smart, he was really funny (he’s the first person to try to get me to watch South Park) and has always taken great photos. He was at all the sporting events, with us for hours we spent in dress rehearsals for musicals, and always around during every lunch period.
During our senior year, I went through some rough crap, but Christian never took a side. He was there, always, to eat lunch or carpool home with. As company on car rides to basketball games (I was the manager). As a friend with his camera capturing moments I’d forget in five years. It was on our senior retreat that the most memorable moment of our friendship happened. Everyone got up, one by one, and said something to the person they knew the best and the person they knew the least. I knew immediately who I’d single out.
So did Christian, apparently, and when he got up he said that he found it funny because the person he knew the best was the person was also the one he knew the least: me. I had the same thought, he was the person I knew the best and, yet, the least.
After all our years together, we knew so much, but still had the most to learn. He knew that I could tell the next Red Hot Chili Pepper song was going to be before it started, and I knew that he understood politics than me. I like to pretend I’m still learning about Christian through his photos.
Maybe he’s still learning about me, too.