You pass a bunch of people in a day- people in their cars, in the grocery store, waiting for their coffee. you look at your suroundings and each person has their own story going on right then, with its cast of characters; they've got their own frustrations and their happiness and the things they're looking forward to and dreading. And sometimes you wonder if you've crossed paths with any of them before without knowing it, or will one day cross their path again. But sometimes, too, you have this little feeling knowing, this fuzzy, gnawing sense that someone will become a major something in your life. you just know that theirs will be a life you will enter and become part of. it is a sense of the significant.
