Things that are significant to me are sometimes fine with others, but occasional not even that. I know there are others out there who are like me, but they’re not near me.
When I was in grade school, a thunderstorm raged during lunchtime recess. The teachers wouldn’t let us go inside. We were required to stay in the outdoor covered area. We were dry and protected from the wind, but there was a storm going on. I saw through the green plastic corrugated roof a bright streak that was instantly followed by a loud ker-krak. The teachers then let us go inside. After school I saw why. Across the street from the school there had been a tree. In its place was a scattering of tree pieces. Ten years later when I left for college, there was still a significant depression in the yard where that tree had been.
Things that are significant to me are sometimes fine with others, but occasional not even that. I know there are others out there who are like me, but they’re not near me.