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August 31, 2005

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Conor

Its the friends that you choose to be close to, to reach out to in order to just say hi, those are the friends you keep for life...the ones that you can talk to about absolutely nothing at all, but pick up exactly where you left off at year ago.

Wendy

Your blog from my perspective in 40 years....

"My life? It isn’t easy to explain. It has not been the rip-roaring spectacular that I fancied it would be, but neither have I burrowed around with the gophers. I suppose it has most resembled a blue-chip stock: fairly stable, more ups than downs, and gradually trending upward over time. A good buy, a lucky buy and I’ve learned that not everybody can say this about his life. But do not be misled. I am nothing special; of this I am sure. I’m a common man with common thoughts, and I’ve led a common life. There are no monuments dedicated to me and my name will soon be forgotten, but I’ve loved another with all my heart and soul, and to me, this has always been enough.

The romantics would call this a love story, the cynics would call this a tragedy. In my mind, it’s a little bit of both, and no matter how you choose to view it in the end, it does not change the fact that it involves a great deal of my life and the path I’ve chosen to follow. I have no complaints about my path and the places it has taken me; enough complaints to fill a circus tent about other things, maybe, but the path I’ve chosen has always been the right one, and I wouldn’t have had it any other way. Time, unfortunately, doesn’t make it easy to stay on course. The path is straight as ever, but now it is strewn with rocks and gravel that accumulate over a lifetime.

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There is always a moment right before I read the story that my mind churns, and I wonder, what will happen today? I don’t know, for I never know beforehand, and deep down it really doesn’t matter. It’s the possibility that keeps me going, not the guarantee, a sort of wager on my part. And though you may call me a dreamer or a fool or any other thing, I believe that anything is possible.

I realize the odds, and science, are against me. But science is not the total answer; this I know, this I have learned in my lifetime. And that leaves me with the belief that miracles, no matter how inexplicable or unbelievable, are real and can occur without regard to the natural order of things. So once again, just as I do everyday, I begin to read the notebook aloud, so that she can hear it, in the hope that the miracle that has come to dominate my life will once again prevail.

And maybe. Just maybe. It will."

-Nicholas Sparks

Your blog reeled me in.

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