I think its funny how and when God places people into our lives. Really funny. Some of us just can't meet people like normal folks - we have to have some bizarre occurrance for our paths to cross.
I met L'indy with a Y on a long, long assed trip. NO, wait. I take that back. I got to know L'indy with a Y on a long, long assed trip. But I met her about a year before. I was at a basketball game of Big Red's. Lots of teams there, lots of parents - you know the drill. I looked across the hall and saw another friend of mine. Yay! So I started making my way over to where she was. After several minutes I finally get next to her and smack her in the arm. Not hard - just like "hey!" "When did you go blonde?!" I asked. She turned around and you know what, it was NOT who I thought it was. In fact, I had no idea WHO this woman was at all! Never-the-less she smiled very sweetly and did not say what I'm sure she was thinking. "Who the hell are you and WHAT did you just say?!" I know I must have said something else, but for the life of me I can't remember. I looked for a huge hole to jump in and, finding none, shuffled off flabbergasted. I texted my REAL friend and word barfed what I had just done. I was completely mortified. Little did I know that a year or so later I would actually get to MEET this woman for real and would get to know her very, very well. Its almost as if we've known each other all our lives. I compare that trip to a TV Reality series. You spend every hour of so many days with the same person - you get to know them on a whole different level. I can't even begin to express how thankful I am to have been on that trip with her right across the bus isle! Swords UP! | I remember the first time I met my Guida. We worked in the same building, on the same floor but for two different companies. I had been there a cuple of weeks or so when we had some atrocious weather. Hail and tornados and just general hell and damnation. A few of us had gathered around a table in the little breakroom - it was the most "inside" room. She comes cruising in, big gorgeous eyeballs and sassy black hair, wearing shorts, a t-shirt, and flops - I think. Pulls up a chair and slaps down her car keys and her driver's license. Someone (I don't think it was me) asks "why you got those?" She just looked up like 'well, you moron' and plainly stated, "Makes it easier for the First Responders. The ID is to identify my body after we all get sucked up. I pretty much live in my car, so everything else of importance is in there." I kid you not it was stone cold silence in that room. And she never cracked a smile. I adored her completely right then and there and made a point to get to know her. I haven't looked back since. She has been one of the most solid, honest people in my life - and her knack for stating the obvious is still just as wry. |