Here's a good story ...

The other day I was talking to a friend of mine via Facebook and I mentioned that I recognized a few people in his Mission photo album (he served in the Roseville mission and spent about 10 months in Corning). One person in particular is in my ward out here in Idaho. He told me that that kid was his trainer and spent a lot of time in Anderson.

So today at church after sacrament meeting I went up to him and introduced myself and we chatted for a bit. He totally remembers eating dinner at my house with Mum, he asked about Chris (cause the time he was there he was diagnosed) and told me his connection with Lindsey. (Lindsey served in his home area and his Dad was her mission president.) Crazy!!

Then he asked if I am going to be around in the fall and got my number. ;)

Later I was telling Becky about it and she totally remembers him. Crazy, crazy, crazy! I just can't get over what a small world it is! I wrote a poem during Relief Society that kind of relates. ... sort of.

When a poet holds a pen in her hand

Anxiously poised over a bare, clean page

She waits as the words bombard her mind

Selecting only those that fit together

The fit like puzzle pieces

One next to the other

Linking together

Holding each other

Creating a picture together

Being one like the other

Together

Sitting on a bench watching strangers stroll by

Curiously following with my steady gaze

Each hides their very own story

Stories that weave and wind together

They wind like freeways

Connecting each other

Intertwining together

Passing each other

Strengthening together

Connecting each other

Together

Together

Together

Together