Last night, at a wedding, I saw a beautiful woman with long, dark, curly hair – and a very familiar face. She was with her equally familiar husband. I spend a lot of the night wondering how I knew them, when it finally dawned on me.
They had stood behind me in line, two and a half years ago, March 2004, in the Malpensa Airport in Milan, Italy. We had been waiting to check our bags in, and she had I had started chatting in Italian and talking about our travel experiences.
I can’t believe I remembered her. I approached her later in the night and explained how I think I knew her. She gave me a strange look, paused a few seconds, and then the light went on in her eyes and she knew exactly who I was. Her husband recognized me immediately. Is that not the strangest thing? You don’t just chat with people in an airport and actually remember them two years later. It’s uncommon.
It seems that every time I start to ask myself if I’m making a huge mistake, God places these little events in my life, to tell me that I’m on the right path. It’s beautiful and reassuring.
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