I met Thomas when I was 29, and after spending six unforgettable hours talking following a taekwondo competition, I felt an immediate connection with him. But only weeks later, he vanished without saying goodbye, leaving me to wonder for decades what I’d done wrong. Fifty years later, at 79, I found Thomas again. He was now 84, but the familiar smile and dimples were still there. I drove more than 1,000 miles to see him, and after an evening of laughter and memories, he raised his glass and toasted “to second chances.”…. Continue Reading ⬇️
