Have you ever wondered how they got there?
People, I mean.
People who flash into your life and leave just as abruptly.
They leave their mark. If we never see them again, we are forever changed, if only in a small way.
A wise man once said, “The more I see of people, the more I like my dog.” There are times when this is hard to argue with.
We almost didn’t get to meet Jessy. She was coming out of the BP service station on Burwood Highway in Tecoma, and I nearly missed seeing her weave through the busy traffic.
My attention was taken by an old lady who was also taking her life in her hands trying to cross this busy highway. She was trying to get to the bus stop on the other side, and Jessy was trying to cross from the bus stop to get to our…
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