Dear Russell and Friends,
This is the view from a place I had never been before on the trails in my morning run. A man I admire had pointed out a new series of trails that I had not explored. This was the morning to do it. The kids were at school and I was off work, preparing to leave with my bride on a long anticipated vacation. Grandparents waited at home, happy to take care of our sons. So, as the sun rose I ran and found this trail that others had clearly trodden. But not me. It was new to me, so exciting and a little intimidating. My mileage clicked up a half mile at a time and I ran farther and farther from the car, knowing that each new trail would have to be traversed to return. And I got a little lost. Only a little. I could still hear sounds of traffic so had the reassurance that I had a point of reference. But a little lost. I couldn’t have directed you to where I was, and I’m not quite sure I’ll be able to find this trail next time. Don’t follow me, I’m a little lost too.
Or, follow me, because I know what it is like to be a little lost. I know what it is like to be hopelessly lost. I will never judge you for your partial or complete lostness. To the contrary, I’ll come to find you if you’re gone too long. Off then with my bride. Our friendship grows with each passing year. Next summer we’ll celebrate half our lives spent in the marriage contract that strengthens us both. Russell promises to write in my absence.
Pascal – – 1:16