Yesterday I sat with someone. A stranger to me. Her brother-in-law is dying. She and her husband had come to be with the family.
As we talked, I realized that she was from Regina. I had lived in Regina for almost two decades. She graduated high school with a good friend of our family. We remembered together two and a half decades ago, when a motorcycle accident claimed the life of another person we had both known.
Ever wonder when a big world becomes a small village?