A few days ago I was having a conversation with my colleague about the past. It turns out that he worked for our family friend (Plastic Surgeon) along time ago. This morning on my way to work on highway 580 I let VW Golf cut over to my lane. The guy sticks his head out the window looking back to see if I’ll let him through and it turned out to be Ron Grosjean (a very old acquaintance). He looked tired and worn out though.
The odd thing about this entire episode is that I was deep in trance thinking about this sort of thing last night! (sign maybe?)
It’s my hope that someday I may cross paths with someone that I loved or have loved and we hit if off again or maybe an old friend that I haven’t seen in years. Wishful thinking I suppose, but the point is that this is a small world and we all seem to cross each other’s paths. We’re just oblivious to the fact… This reminds me of the movie “crash”…