Believe
And there she was, alone, not for the first time. She didn’t want to be here anymore.
Have you ever wanted off the ride or needed a miracle? Have you ever witnessed something unexplainable, something fantastic and beautiful?
The light rail, my preferred method of transportation. During a recent train ride, I spotted someone from my past, an old friend, that I hadn’t spoken to for quite some time. She was making her way along a narrow dirt path, by herself, but no longer alone. My friend was searching, not something she had lost, but something she had not yet found.
Believing she would find it, just as she had before, a small miracle to change her day, and her path.
I believe my friend found something, just like I have countless times. These things happen every day, on every path. Believe.
Spring 2019
J.S.
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