The path we walk.....and who crosses it....brings us to where we are meant to be. (I just don't want to get there TOO soon.)
I hadn't seen Stan in over 15 years.
I was walking through TJ Maxx not long ago and ran into him in the cooking section. I looked at him and his eyes widened.
"Mrs. Smythe? Mrs. Smythe!"
It was a young man who had been in one of my first fifth grade classes. Back then he was full of energy, personality and a ton of challenges. Yet, he always had a smile on his face.
I had heard, over the years, that he had gotten himself into many bits of trouble. He may or may not have spent some time behind bars, and beyond that I don't want to mention.
However; our conversation that day led me to believe that he was making his way back to the straight and narrow, and he was truly happy to see me. I, in turn, was happy to see him. I hugged him at the end of our conversation, and reminded him that we are all on a journey. I told him that as long as we all do our best each day, we are golden.
And that was that.
Until last night.
It was payday and Bitchy and I decided to order Thai. She stopped by for something to eat, I had a coupon and her graduation weekend was coming up after all. All of that equals splurge time.
We waited and waited for the food and I decided to walk Junior to pass the time. I got out front and saw a car rolling slowly towards my driveway. I smiled and waved my hand, thinking that surely it was our food.
Imagine my surprise when Stan pulled into the driveway and opened the door.
"Mrs. Smythe!!" he said, and handed me the food with a smile. "Wow. I see you again!" We chatted for a few more minutes, I gave him a lovely tip and sent him on his way.
Fifteen years and no Stan. And now? He's in my sights.
And I can't help but wonder why.