Spent some time this past week looking up old friends.  It’s amazing how easy it is to find people - gotta love the internet.  Of the people I found, one lives in Tulsa (or at least in this area).  I randomly ran into her a couple of years ago at a convenience store, promised to call, but never followed up…. not going to let the same thing happen twice.   In looking up past friends, I’ve started thinking about the impact I’ve had on people I’ve known.  It seems somewhat arrogant to think my existence has caused any more than just a slight ripple in the pond and yet so many have affected my life that I can’t help but believe I’ve reciprocated at least some over the years.  On the whole I’m not worried - I’ve done my best to help where I could and not interfere when I couldn’t - I don’t think I’ve messed anyone up permanently - with one possible exception.  There was a man before Will that I thought I might marry.  I worry about him.  He wasn’t a Christian before we met and though he seemed to accept the faith while we were dating I don’t get the impression (from his web postings here and there) that he accepts it now.  So I wonder… is that my fault?  Even if it is I can’t imagine having made a different choice.  I don’t regret my path at all… the regret is for his path.  The regret is for not being a better example during the time we shared.  The chances of you reading this are slim to none but for the record - I’m sorry.  Don’t run away from God forever, okay?