It was something about him that made me feel as if I knew him already. He was the first person I meet in my new neighborhood. I was shooting baskets and was snooping around on his bike riding by, looking to see if any kids his age were moving in.
Matt had been the one who introduced me to everyone in the neighborhood. He was the nicest guy, but also the weakest. Someone would say something and Matt would add what he felt would make him look cool.
I haven’t talked to him in a very long time, but last I heard he was studying to be a youth minister. He had a look in his eye trying to find the kid I was, and I looked at him with disbelief trying to find the same thing.
Now he will be God’s King Caller.

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Friends (part 2)

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April 17th, 2006

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