It’s funny, the road that has brought us here and the choices guiding us to the very spot we sit.
This isn’t a unique thought, I realize; it is one many of us have circled in our minds, trying to find a way to wrap it around but it never quite does.
I am not normally one to ponder on this in particular. It is what is, love and live and make the most of now. However, as I was walking with my neighbor friend, the thought resurfaced and caused me to look back in wonder.
For instance, what if I had walked straight past the girl in the university dorm hallway, the tall blond one checking herself out in the community full-length mirror, considering her angles before calling it good and heading out to the party?
I remember thinking, How strange… who does that?
Well, people are strange, when you’re a stranger, right? It didn’t take long for us to start talking, and we became friends.
Shortly after our friendship began, she asked me to come back to her hometown; see her stomping grounds.
We went to a popular place to hang out, a wedding dance.
This is where I first saw Country Man…
This is where I first realized there was just something about a country boy that I quite liked…
This is where the road whispered and change began.
Of course, I didn’t know that at the time.
But now I see.
Thank you, friend, for helping me along this road.