I’ve told the story to myself many times. The one telling how he walked into my life. How he turned my world upside down. I’ve played it over in my memory so many times. Haven’t we all had moments in time that lay hold of our imaginations, bump us into our own insignificance by being significant in themselves, ultimately revealing we are significant after all?
Milestones. Defining moments. Crossroads.
Haven’t we all experienced a moment in time so significant that all others pale ever so slightly by comparison?
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