In life’s journeys you meet a lot of people. Some people you forget right away or don’t remember very well or just plain lose touch with due to time and distance. It’s not your fault or even theirs. It just happens. But then, there are those special people. Those people that you don’t meet very often. But when you do meet … sometimes in the most unlikely of ways, … you know right away that they are special. Without even trying, they touch your heart in a way that others don’t. It’s like they were meant to be a part of your life and you a part of theirs. Time and distance don’t matter. You want to be there for them, even when you can’t. You want to do everything you can to help them, even when you can’t. You want the best for them, even if you can’t make it happen. You think about them. You pray for them. And you never forget them. When they move on in their travels, or you yours, … and so often way too soon for your liking … you know you’ve left a piece of your heart with them. Somewhere out there in the world a little of you is traveling around with them.
So to the South African fair workers I met this week, I left a piece of my heart with you. To the Pittsburg fair worker I met this week, I left a piece of my heart with you. Thank you for giving me the opportunity to do so. Thank you for showing me that I can give more of myself, that my heart is bigger and plenty big enough to be shared. I love you guys!!