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Driving Mr. Albert On the day I left to start cross-country with Dr. Harvey, Sara drove me to the bus in Portland. It was gray and snowing. We didn't say good-bye really; we just stood on the sidewalk for a while and then hugged...I can't say for sure that she wanted me to come back. And I can't say I knew I would. Sometimes moments like this don't make any sense when you're in them. It's only later, when you remember back, that they stand as a dividing line between who you were and what you've become...No, the strange thing is you can't say what you felt in the split second that you felt it -- and how that changed everything after -- until the time leads you back to that moment again in the future. I like the part about how you don't know that a moment is a defining moment until much later when you look back on it and say "that was the moment everything changed." ![]() For the last few days, I've been reading Driving Mr. Albert and yesterday I came across this passage that made me think. |
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