It's funny how life changes, isn't it? When I was seven years old, I didn't think I'd ever get the dog I'd always wanted. However, a few years later, my mom was driving home when she noticed a dog lying on the side of the road. It had gotten hit by a car, his back leg twisted and bloody. I didn't think he was going to make it. My mom took him to the humane society, where they operated on him. By a miracle, they were able to save his life, minus a leg. We adopted him, and within two years, Tripod was beating me in any race I had with him. I never would have thought that.
One of my greatest goals in life was to get married. I daydreamed often about the kind of woman I'd someday married, but she never seemed to come around. I started to doubt I would ever find Mrs. Franklin. I was too blind to see that I interacted with her five days a week at school. We were in three classes together. I thought she was nice, but she was so different from the women I had been interested in at the time. She had raven black hair and was rather quiet most of the time. She never really shared much about herself to me. I didn't realize she had admired me from a distance until she offered to study with me one night at the library. Her quiet loyalty through the following months made me stop to get to know her. We've now been married for 37 years, have four children, and three grandchildren.
I laugh when I think back on how I used to think. I was afraid of things that never mattered, worried over problems that all ended up working out, and had plans for my life that turned out much differently (yet better) than I ever imagined possible
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