Tonight, at church, a woman approached me and asked where I was born. I told her “Right across the street, at that hospital.” She replied, “Oh, well, when I walked into the room tonight and you turned around, I nearly passed out because you look so much like a friend of mine, it’s eerie.” She then proceeded to tell me about this friend of hers who grew up in San Bernardino, had a beautiful voice, married a pastor, had a few children, but then tragically passed away. And then she said, “You have the same exact smile. It was nice to see her again, in you.”

I really wish I could’ve met this person.