July 23

One day can bend your life . . .” –Mitch Albom

Oh, we all know this to be true. Examples are too numerous and too varied to even begin to make an attempt to list them here.

But for me, for us, today is one of those days.

July 23.

My life bent in a way I never saw coming, in a way my heart could only imagine when I even dared to allow myself such a wish.

July 23, 2014.

A midsummer day that started off as uneventfully as any day could.

The novelty of summer and the drive to fill up every day with grand adventures had generally started to dissipate. It was hot. Routine had set in. My young children were staying up a little later and sleeping in a little later. I was finding myself with an hour or so each morning. I read. I wrote. I sat on my front porch and did nothing.

And on July 23, 2014, around 7:10 AM, I made my way downstairs, hungry as per usual, so I turned on the skillet and prepared to make my customary egg. And while I waited for the skillet to warm, I perfunctorily if not a little sleepily approached my computer and logged into my email.

And so began the day that would bend my life.

David, July 2001

David, July 2001

My former foster son, his full name emblazoned in the subject line, the same name that had been emblazoned in and on my heart and mind for nearly a decade-and-a-half, had written five sentences.

Five sentences that would lead to a correspondence that would lead to a meeting that would lead to time spent together that would lead to . . . everything else.

July 23, 2014, arrived quietly and then bent my life toward renewal, toward love, and toward hope.

And toward a future that until that moment resided elsewhere, that could never have been realized if not for five sentences bravely sent and received and for all the equally brave hearts willing to bend on its behalf.

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