This year, I had the privileged of crossing paths with a most interesting person. I did almost nothing to bring about our meeting. I find this to be important for two reasons. First, some of the most amazing people that I have met and life paths I have followed have come about through no action of my own. (My Parents, The Crusher Girls, LeTourneau, and Cessna to name a few.) Second, when I take matters into my own hands I usually tend to mess everything up. So, Christina was coming to Colorado, I wanted us to be at the same skill level, the most logical thing to do was to take snowboarding lessons. Enter: Ski Bum, A thirty seven year old Rabbi. He taught us to snowboard. For whatever reason I took to it like a fish to water. I was the best in out class and soon affectionately labeled teacher’s pet by my dear friend Christina. The thing was, she was not far off. I was given praise, told I could easily skip lesson 2 and move on to 3. On top of this I was told I was “a sweet girl”, beautiful, and his favorite student all season. In good by I was given a hand squeeze and a kiss on the cheek. We talked about things that mattered. I was able to tell him I was a Christian, and a little of what that meant to me. He told me about Rabbinical school, and his hippy days. There I things I didn’t get to say, but there are things that I did. I may never see him again. He will probably forget me sooner than I will forget him. He has left an impression that will linger in the back of my mind for sometime. The rest I leave in the hands of God. If we do meet again it will His doing again. I can only pray that I have helped cultivate a seed planted long ago, and that someone else will follow me to reap what has been sown. Then, some day not far off, we will get to meet again, and I we will get to be friends.
