I have this thing where I see people as road maps. I think that when you meet someone they become a road running through your map, it may be a national highway or a dusty dirt road but they’re there. Some of the roads may wind, some may never get anywhere and reach a dead end and some may run the whole way through your map, a constant. I think when people experience something new or something dramatic happens a new symbol gets added to their map. The roads that leave our map will connect with the beginning of another person’s. We’re all a part of someone’s journey.