A couple of nights ago my phone rang. I didn't recognize the phone number so I didn't answer it. Not too long after that my brother (age 38) showed up at my door with a broken bicycle. Apparently I didn't program his cell phone into my cell phone so that when he'd call I'd know it was him. Anyway, his pedal broke on his bicycle and needed a ride home.
For the first time in over 10 years, we grown up brothers had a chance to really talk about the real issues of life without interruption and inhibition. We're both educated, intelligent, yet have done stupid so much that you could say, we've "done stupid with extra zeros on the end." We've both taken our lumps in love and in the wallet, have persevered and survived, but haven't had a chance to talk about it.
The trip back to his house, with broken bicycle in tow, was way too short. It was one of those bridge building moments that we grownups long for but too rarely get to do. And it happened by a fluke, a broken bicycle pedal.
Other than the moral of this story being to answer the phone, you never know who's on the other end, the main point is that opportunities to grow and heal can come when you least expect it.
"Always be ready to give a reason for the hope that you have..." - 1 Peter 3:15-16 | 
