People. People important to you, people unimportant to you cross your life, touch it with love and carelessness and move on. There are people who leave you and breathe a sigh of relief and wonder why you came into contact with them. There are people who leave you and you breathe a sigh of remorse and wonder why they had to go away and leave such a gaping hole. Children leave parents; friends leave friends. Acquaintances move on. People change homes. People grow apart. Enemies move on. Friends love and move on. You think of many who have moved into your hazy memory. You look on those present and wonder.
I believe in God's master plan in lives. He moves people in and out of each other's lives, and each leaves his or her mark on the other. You find you are made up of bits and pieces of all who ever touched your life, and you are more because of it, and you would be less if they had not touched you.
Pray God that you accept the bits and pieces in humility and wonder, and never question, and never forget.
I think I have this poem on a DZ paddle somewhere....
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