When I was 18 years old I left home joining the Navy and embarking upon my own journey of experiences and evolution. Through these experiences I crossed paths with many people - some who have made a huge impression upon me, and some which were fleeting and forgetful. Some of these "life's intersections" were brief, yet memorable; and some have remained dear friends despite the years and miles.
It's far too easy to idealize some of these memories. I recently made contact with a person whom I briefly befriended many years ago, when first in the Navy. You never know how 31 years might treat someone. Apparently, the years haven't been kind to him. And it's become a little scary.
Sometimes, perhaps, it's better to cling to memories.
