me. Since we’d drudged through the heavy stuff first, now seemed like a good time to go over the basics.
“I was born in North Carolina, but I’ve moved around a lot,” he said, selecting each word with great care.
This was the most verbose response I’d been given regarding his own life. “Do you like all the moving around and travelling?” I asked, hoping to break through the clam shell of mystery.
“I do, very much. I enjoy seeing new places and experiencing new things. What about you—do you like to travel?”
“I love it. I could live my life roaming from place to place,” I admitted, desperate to keep the conversation flowing. “And not just the popular, touristy places either . . . I want to see it all.”
For some reason, his face became peaceful, as if a great burden had been lifted from my admission. I didn’t understand it—maybe he was just dreaming about the far away places he’d been.
He stayed quiet though, as was normal, so I continued, “Starting every summer after my sophomore year of high school, I went with a group of students and teachers for a month or two on a humanitarian mission to a location that was in need of volunteers. We’d do whatever we could—nothing glamorous—but those few summers were some of the best experiences of my life.”
“Where did you go on your last trip?” he asked.
“That was a couple years ago after my senior year, and we went to Java after an earthquake devastated the island—” My speech came to a halt, due to the expression covering his face. It was one of shock.
“You were there that summer . . . nearly two years back?” he asked, his voice barely a whisper.
“Yeah . . . why?”
He blinked a couple of times and shook his head before answering, “I was there as well that summer.”
“No you weren’t,” I said, awed. “You couldn’t have been.” It didn’t seem possible I could have missed him. Despite the mass of people and chaos, I was certain he would have stood out.
He nodded. “Yes, I was also there volunteering. Providing medical assistance in Yogyakarta—”
“That’s where I was stationed at too,” I said, two notes below a shout.
He looked over at me, not minding the highway in front of us. “It’s amazing. You were there all along.”
“Yeah, I guess the universe wasn’t ready for us to meet just then,” I said, trying to shake the feeling that his intensity and perspective on the topic at hand was far more advanced than mine.
“I guess not,” he said, turning his eyes back to the road and staring absently out the windshield.
“Or maybe it was trying to keep us apart,” I said in my super-sleuth voice. “It never thought the same two people would willingly choose Corvallis Oregon to end up in two years later. Its plan wasn’t so perfect,” I said, overjoyed that whatever or however we’d been brought together, it had happened.
“I suppose we outsmarted it,” he said, and despite his face looking forward, the smile that burst made my already clenched fists, clench even tighter to the nail indentation phase.
“What kind of medical assistance were you providing?”
“Nothing too fancy—rolling gauze, stocking med carts,” he said, looking oddly amused. “That kind of thing.”
“Sounds ten times better than what I was doing.”
He looked over at me with raised brows.
“Emptying bed pans.”
This caused him to laugh, as it had all my friends that fall when I’d returned to school and told them what I’d spent my summer doing. “Yes, I suppose my menial duties were slightly better than that.”
“I can’t believe you were there.” I shook my head, still stupefied, and let my mind drift back to those six weeks. “There was this great doctor the locals kept talking about—some kind of miracle worker they called him. I guess he just kind of showed up out of thin air, and disappeared in the same way. Did you ever get a chance to meet him?”
The amusement on his face was
“I was born in North Carolina, but I’ve moved around a lot,” he said, selecting each word with great care.
This was the most verbose response I’d been given regarding his own life. “Do you like all the moving around and travelling?” I asked, hoping to break through the clam shell of mystery.
“I do, very much. I enjoy seeing new places and experiencing new things. What about you—do you like to travel?”
“I love it. I could live my life roaming from place to place,” I admitted, desperate to keep the conversation flowing. “And not just the popular, touristy places either . . . I want to see it all.”
For some reason, his face became peaceful, as if a great burden had been lifted from my admission. I didn’t understand it—maybe he was just dreaming about the far away places he’d been.
He stayed quiet though, as was normal, so I continued, “Starting every summer after my sophomore year of high school, I went with a group of students and teachers for a month or two on a humanitarian mission to a location that was in need of volunteers. We’d do whatever we could—nothing glamorous—but those few summers were some of the best experiences of my life.”
“Where did you go on your last trip?” he asked.
“That was a couple years ago after my senior year, and we went to Java after an earthquake devastated the island—” My speech came to a halt, due to the expression covering his face. It was one of shock.
“You were there that summer . . . nearly two years back?” he asked, his voice barely a whisper.
“Yeah . . . why?”
He blinked a couple of times and shook his head before answering, “I was there as well that summer.”
“No you weren’t,” I said, awed. “You couldn’t have been.” It didn’t seem possible I could have missed him. Despite the mass of people and chaos, I was certain he would have stood out.
He nodded. “Yes, I was also there volunteering. Providing medical assistance in Yogyakarta—”
“That’s where I was stationed at too,” I said, two notes below a shout.
He looked over at me, not minding the highway in front of us. “It’s amazing. You were there all along.”
“Yeah, I guess the universe wasn’t ready for us to meet just then,” I said, trying to shake the feeling that his intensity and perspective on the topic at hand was far more advanced than mine.
“I guess not,” he said, turning his eyes back to the road and staring absently out the windshield.
“Or maybe it was trying to keep us apart,” I said in my super-sleuth voice. “It never thought the same two people would willingly choose Corvallis Oregon to end up in two years later. Its plan wasn’t so perfect,” I said, overjoyed that whatever or however we’d been brought together, it had happened.
“I suppose we outsmarted it,” he said, and despite his face looking forward, the smile that burst made my already clenched fists, clench even tighter to the nail indentation phase.
“What kind of medical assistance were you providing?”
“Nothing too fancy—rolling gauze, stocking med carts,” he said, looking oddly amused. “That kind of thing.”
“Sounds ten times better than what I was doing.”
He looked over at me with raised brows.
“Emptying bed pans.”
This caused him to laugh, as it had all my friends that fall when I’d returned to school and told them what I’d spent my summer doing. “Yes, I suppose my menial duties were slightly better than that.”
“I can’t believe you were there.” I shook my head, still stupefied, and let my mind drift back to those six weeks. “There was this great doctor the locals kept talking about—some kind of miracle worker they called him. I guess he just kind of showed up out of thin air, and disappeared in the same way. Did you ever get a chance to meet him?”
The amusement on his face was
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