A Good Friend
Twelve years ago today, I met a new volunteer at an event at the Mall of America. Her name is Margie, and for an unknown reason, I felt a special connection with her. Perhaps it was her beautiful spirit of doing the little things that made the big things happen. Before parting ways that day, I asked if we might meet for coffee sometime to exchange ideas. For a dozen years now, we have shared our stories at monthly outings.
It’s not the number of years we’ve known friends. It’s the feeling we get when they cross our minds. Thank you, Margie, for blessing my life with your presence and your kindness.