Once upon a time, nearly half my lifetime ago, I made a huge change. And it all started with a phone call. I lived in Florida and ordered inventory for a store. Once in a while, I would have to make a call to a certain company to place a special order and I nearly always talked to the same sales guy. The more we talked, the more we wanted to talk. I took a trip to a town near him and we made arrangements to have dinner. It was a fun evening and when I got home, we started talking even more. As in $500 long distance phone bills more (cell phones were pretty rare back then). I visited again. We had fun again. We decided to make it more permanent. He rented a truck, drove down to Florida, and brought me home to Virginia. We made a home together for about a year and a half. Although it didn’t work out, we managed to stay, well, not friends exactly, but warm acquaintances at least. I’ve lived in Virginia almost as long as I lived in Illinois at this point. I met a great guy and married him and that didn’t work out either, but I have high hopes of staying friends with him.
And now, something is happening that makes me wonder if lightning could strike twice in my life. How amazing that would be!