As I've stated so many times, Nantucket is my all-time dream vacation spot. The only reason I discovered it was that I like the name of the place and wanted to see it. I love everything about that magical island, and can’t wait to get back there as often as I can.
Last September, as soon as I arrived home to Colorado, I couldn’t wait to get on the computer and Google every bit of informational links I could find about my beloved island. Clicking on the island papers, the island restaurants, the island weather, the Atheneum, the Whaling Museum and whatever else I could click on, hungrily reading every last word. In my clicking frenzy I accidentally clicked on a name on Facebook I shouldn’t have, and promptly received this response: “Hi! I was wondering who you are and how you found me?”
Sometimes my fingers are faster than my brain, and needless to say I was embarrassed and wished I never heard of Facebook.
But as it turned out, it wasn’t all bad. He is a wonderful human being, and maybe on one of my Nantucket visits I will be able to meet him. I love to read his loving remarks about his children, and see all the photos of his pretty daughter, his “heart” as he calls her sometimes. We now correspond here and there. And I hope he doesn’t mind if I call him my friend.
Ever noticed that friends come into your life in ways you least expect it? I don't know about you, but I have never gone looking for a friend. I never said to myself, "I need a friend, I think I will go find one". Yet, without looking, “Friends” just seem to happen, sometimes accidentally. To not have a friend is to live an impoverished life.
So here's to my accidental Nantucket friend, may we live long enough to meet one day!