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I often wonder if people who meant something to me ever remember me.  Few things bring me more joy than a phone call from an old friend recalling something I said or did a long time ago that somehow stuck with them.  I guess I like to know I’m not forgotten.

That’s probably why this story touched me as deeply as it did.  Eric Carle, beloved children’s author, wrote a book called Friendship.  In it, he told the story of a little girl he knew during the Depression when he was three years old, whose name he didn’t know and whom he’d never seen again.  He printed the only photo he had of them in the book.  And, this weekend, thanks to that picture, the two old friends reconnected.

It’s a beautiful story about the power of friendship to endure through the years and the meaning that even the seemingly most fleeting human connections can have.  Click here to read it.

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