There was this one day when I was getting ready to graduate from college. I attended Vermont College, in Montpelier. Montpelier is, as you might expect, in Vermont, and I live in West Michigan. So I was a long way from home, and my wife and parents were driving in for the event. I was out for a stroll with one of my fellow graduates because, being a pretty informal school, there was not a lot of actual “getting ready” necessary in advance of the actual ceremony.
We were walking along, heading from the library back to the dorms. We were chatting about this and that, and I said, "and there's my wife walking up the sidewalk." She and I started running toward each other, and we hugged and smooched. I asked her how it was going.
She said, "we got into town about five minutes ago. Your dad stopped at the visitor center, and asked the woman there how he could find his son. She told him to go to the top of the hill, and there you were."
That's the stuff in how life works at its best.
