  Even though we may travel the same roads... or walk the same paths... each of us advance in separate directions. At the crossroads, we pause momentarily to observe the traffic light. In this brief meeting, we become one in a group of friends... of strangers. However... we are in this situation together... and it takes everyone working together to get out. As the light changes, so does our life... as we each... once again... travel in our individual directions. We may pass each other again somewhere along this incredible journey... flashing our programmed smiles... but I often wonder... will we ever arrive at the same intersection again?© ©Property of the author. Do not copy, edit, reproduce, etc. without written permission.   Graphics By Sleepy Designs© 2000, 2001, 2002, 2003, 2004 |
