When I was at my friend’s house today, the gentleman decided to go outside and take a little walk down to the mailbox. So I went with him. He was a little unsteady and as he reached to get his key into the box. He said that he felt old today. I stood close, but let him navigate the hill back up the driveway. Since it was a beautiful day, he decided to sit outside for a bit. There was a chair situated to face the mountains and the sun, and after fixing the cushions, the gentleman eased himself into it. I sat in the walker and we visited. He talked about living on a farm, doing chores, and driving the big old truck at about 12 years old. He reminisced about owning an old Chevy and working on the transmission in the age when people were able to do things like that on their own. Once he got married, he and his wife took many trips before they had children, visiting Ireland, Scotland, and Canada among others. After having children, they had purchased a condo in the mountains at the base of one of the ski areas. They loved going skiing and getting the whole family up there. Now, they have set up a separate fund to support the ownership of the condo for their children after they pass away. I truly felt blessed as I listened to the stories the gentleman had to tell. He got great joy from reminiscing and sharing his memories.

I Found God today listening to a friend’s stories.