We leave the house at around 6:25 a.m. during the week. We arrive at school around 6:50 a.m. Today I counted the cars that passed me going the other way. Heading in a different direction. There were 87 cars.
At least 87 people drove past me on my left, heading to work, maybe home, maybe starting their vacation. I don’t know. I don’t even know if there were more people because it is dark at 6:30 in the morning.
What I know for sure is that there are 87 people living out their stories right now. Are those happy stories? Is someone feeling broken-hearted? Did someone start a new job today?
It is easy to get caught up in our lives, the small plot line we create. I can’t tell you how many times I have driven this route to school (OK I can because I blogged about it: From Home to School). But I never really considered all the stories happening around me, until today.
Until I counted the cars passing me going the other way. There are 87 stories that I have not heard, but I hope they are doing well today.
I wonder how many of those 87 cars I’ll pass again tomorrow morning…
It is all Connected 
I’ve often wondered the same. There are so many stories to be told or shared. I thank God for letting me share mine and perhaps encourage them to come to Him.
The chance to share stories is one of the coolest gifts we have in this world… it is one of the ways we make the world better. I have enjoyed reading yours 🙂