I am sitting in the Toronto Pearson airport and I feel like I have just run into an old friend.
Waiting to board my next plane to Africa, I take a few minutes to organize my pills for the day. While looking for my pill pack I snuffle through all the pockets because I am running on three hours of sleep and for the life of me I can’t remember which of the 84 pockets I have put the pill pack.
Suddenly I stumble upon my very first MP3 player and I squeal like it is Christmas! I haven’t seen it in years and when I see the battery is still half full I am immediately brought back 12 years as I start listening to what is on it.
It doesn’t matter that the cloth covers practically disintegrate as I touch them they are so old. It doesn’t matter that it has been years since I’ve have seen it.
What matters is that as soon as I start to play it I feel like no matter where I am in the world having the music with me that is familiar and reminiscent of years gone by, is as good as having a best friend with me on this trip.
Life is good. Be well.
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