I owe my trip to Europe to a stranger on the internet.
Last December, I found myself running late to a blind date at the neighborhood coffee shop.
Well, no, running late puts it too mildly. I almost blew right past my chance at a life altering friendship by forgetting plans altogether. I wasn’t thinking straight. We were in the midst of a chaotic season of illness. My youngest was home sick while Ted teleworked, and I left to drop my oldest at school, not bothering to look at the calendar. I returned from the errand, hopped in the shower, and only when I glanced at my phone—still charging on the nightstand—did I realized with panic that I had stood up a stranger:
“Bethany, flying out of the house right now. Be there in a few! Alisa”
And then, timestamped several minutes later:
“Did I miss you? I am here”
All I could do was panic and send off a frantic string of texts:
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