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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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