Friends

There is a road by my house that has a speed limit of 50 miles per hour.  A few years ago a friend showed up at my door to take me to get some ice cream and tell me that she was moving away to a teeny tiny town in Wyoming.  It kind of took the fun out of the ice cream.  We drove home on that road and she crawled along at about 30 mph much to the chagrin, I'm sure, of the drivers behind us.  I always think of that night, and her, when I am following someone going slower than the speed limit on that road and am happy for the reminder.  My mind then often moves on to the many good friends I've had along my journey, and the many goodbyes I've had to say over the years.  I have been blessed with good friends that have helped shape who I am now and am so grateful for the influence each has had in my life.  I am glad for the occasional reminder when someone helps me slow down, and remember.