Friday, February 22, 2008

From Heather Leenders

In the Strangest Places…

After a wild week of testing, grading, full moons, and 12th graders with senioritis like I've never seen before, I arrived at Massage Envy, a franchise between DC and Baltimore. Approaching the front desk, I was welcomed with a warm smile, and a question: "Let me guess… Are you Casey?" It was weird but wonderful that the other person scheduled at that time was named Casey, and I had been mistaken for her. I grinned, and shook my head. "It's interesting that you asked me that," I said. "Casey is, was, my best friend growing up. She passed away a several years ago of complications from lymphoma." I still have a hard time referring to her in the past.

I'm the kind of person who needs proof, tangible proof, that there is a higher power. It's moments like these that bring me a little closer to believing. And it's moments like these that I wish so much that Casey were still with me getting a massage and a drink on a Friday night.