Yesterday I started reading Robert Fulghum’s What On Earth Have I Done, which was my birthday gift to Ngangi. I came across this interesting portion:
During the ride home, Brie was unusually quiet. I parked the car and we walked hand-in-hand toward my house, where she was spending the night. Still quiet. Suddenly she said:
“I wonder where he is tonight.”
“Who?”
“You know – Him – the man I’ll marry someday, the father of your great grandchildren. He must be out there somewhere. Where is he?”
“I can’t imagine. Why do you ask?”
“Well, I worry about him. I hope he’s ok.”
“Well, if he’s going to meet up with you somewhere down the road, then I’m sure he must be fine – safe in the hands of destiny.”
(Silence.)
I looked down at her and saw trembling lips and teary eyes.
“What’s wrong?”
“What if… he got hit by a truck? What if… he’s hurt?”
I felt tears in my own eyes.
“That would be awful,” I mumbled.
“Yes,” she sobbed, “he will be so sad and lonely without me.”
Just then we went through our kitchen door. My wife saw our distress.
“What’s wrong with you two?” she asked.
“Her husband was hit by a truck,” I moaned, and we don’t even know where he is or who’s taking care of him.”
“What?”Somewhere out there in the world is a young man.
Him. The One Who. Mr. Someday. I have a message for him:
You don’t know it, but something lovely will happen to you someday, whatever may be happening to you now. My dear friend, Brie, is on her way to you. Someday. When she gets there, you’ll never be sad or lonely again.
When you meet her, she will be dressed up, looking good, and laughing. And if you’re very, very lucky, she will not only become your wife, she will become your bestfriend. In the meantime, she and I think about you. Please take care of yourself.
Watch out for trucks.
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