Seven degrees from each other

Recently, I was talking to a friend and we were reminiscing about people we have met. I have been at my current night job for six years now. That is a long time. I’ve seen a lot of people come and go.

We’ve had college students who worked here so they have money for food and essentials. We’ve had lifers who have been with the company longer than I’ve been alive. And that’s just the people I’ve worked with. If you add in customers, that’s another long list.

The thing is, every single person was living their own story and for a little while I was a side character in their tale. That is kinda of amazing in a mind boggling way. Because my part in their story actively ended when our journies took separate paths, but their stories continued.

However, our tales are still connected by that past meeting. I will go on to meet new people and so with they, until this life’s journey ends. Every person I meet from now on will be connected to me and in a sense connected to all the other people I’ve met.

Published by: thecoffeefox

Once upon a time there was a woman who was a writer. She was either cursed or blessed from birth to be so and there was much debate on which it was. One day a very discouraging (and not very original) person told her not to give up her day job. The woman smiled and said that was a wonderful idea. Following the unwittingly clever advice of her critic, the woman found a job working nights, which left her days free to write. Even better, the night job had an unusual schedule which packed two weeks worth of work into one, so the writer was able to have every other week off to sit on her front porch, daydream, and of course write. However, working at night and writing during the day left little time for sleep, so the poor writer occasionally went a little mad, but she decided it was an acceptable price to pay to be able to continue following her curse-blessing. Also she likes tea. :)

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