There is no doubt Fate plays a part in our lives…from its beginning…to its end.
I’m reminded of this when I think back to a story of three friends.
Fate brought their families to the same neighborhood…where time together they would spend…each family had a daughter and the three would soon become good friends.
It was a simpler more innocent time and these three young girls found a way…to meet up when they could…and play outside all day.
They did the things that young girls do…they talked…they imagined…they performed…and somewhere in their time together…an eternal bond was formed.
They grew up and went their separate ways…it is often how the hand of Fate extends…but through it all, no matter what, they still remained…good friends.
Fate filled their lives with marriages, divorces, births, deaths, joys…sorrows…their friendship helped them rejoice in each other’s happiness…and absorb each other’s woes.
Fate allowed them to meet less frequently…but it didn’t matter where…or when…for the moment they got together…they were three young girls again.
Fate brings them back together occasionally now…where they follow that age old paradigm…they talk about life, and family, and children…and they talk about old times.
They love to reminisce about the time they all first talked…first imagined…first performed…a time that seems like yesterday…when their friendships were being formed.
I wonder how often they look back on their lives and think how they’ve been blessed…how Fate brought them together…and how their friendship did the rest.
And I wonder as they sit together sharing memories of the lives they’ve been compiling…if Fate, proud of the hand she played in this…
isn’t looking down…
and smiling.
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