An Ordinary Moment

It’s 9:50 on a Friday morning. Twenty-three students sit, heads bowed, pencils scrawling. Warm morning light spills through the window and the projector hums.

It’s a moment, an ordinary moment.

For most, it will pass like a sigh. Here and then gone. Blink and you miss it.

But if you pause, you’ll see there’s a pulsing magic here too. A glowing thread weaving us together.

How many doors, how many steps led us here- to the same place, at the same time? How many split second decisions collided to bring us together?

Our stories are connected, random and miraculous.

For every step away, there’s a step toward.

It’s 9:50 on a Friday morning.

It’s a moment, an ordinary moment.

What’s more beautiful than that?

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