My friend's dad, we'll call him Bill, got the worst news of his life on Wednesday. Today, Bill received a letter in the mail from an old friend whom he hadn't heard from in a long time. The letter was written on Tuesday. It was filled with encouragement because the friend felt, for some unknown reason, that Bill would need it.
There is someone looking out for us. Even when we can't see for ourselves.
I think someone is watching out for us. When I was down in the pits, a total stranger walked into the bookstore. Asked a simple question about my tattoo which then lead to an hour long conversation, to remind me how important I am. This stranger, no friend, was god-send.
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