Ramiro Orta:
CLASS OF 1978
Live Oak High SchoolClass of 1978
Morgan hill, CA
Ramiro's Story
So I had a chance to look at some familiar faces and relive old memories. Some good, some bad. It's funny how high school and youth seems so important and dramatic. I chuckle at the thought that I used to feel so sad in high school. Wanting so much to belong, yet feeling so much like an outsider. Much of it was due to my actions in middle school. When I tell a lot of my friends now about the type of person I was then, they laugh with a sense of disbelief. I guess I have grown up in many ways. I have experienced marriage at an early age, birth of child as a child, divorce, depression, poverty, wealth, remarriage, happiness, death of brothers, sisters, mother-in-law, father. I have experienc...Expand for more
ed the emotion of my oldest son's wedding, the birth of my first grandchild, a son falling into addiction then bouncing back to full recovery, my marriage experiencing challenges, then getting stronger than ever before, and now my little girl getting engaged to a wonderful man. So how do you measure a life? I guess all I can do is remember that everything happens for a reason, there is always room for forgiveness, and continue to be lead by unselfish love.
For all those who I hurt during my idiocy of my youth, please forgive me. For those of you I never got to know, I wish I would have had the wonderful privilege. And to everyone, I wish you all success, love and happiness!
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