On the Soul Train heading north.

im stll looking for mine

I'm Annie
I have a motorcycle, play video games, and am hoping to go camping this month. Last night I was watching college basketball and tonight was the super bowl. I don't consider any of those things guy activities.

I haven't been riding nearly long enough. I need a lot more practice. I grew up around them, though.

I won't even take my kids for a ride.

I avoid those like I avoid the flu.

It's like you knew each other before you ever met.

^^

Hang in there friend, Never Give Up..

Further, is there really such a thing as a 'Perfect Match'?.....

I believe there is nothing we can do to either accelerate or delay the arrival of our soulmate except be open to trying new things and meeting new people. I met mine once and here is the story.

It was Monday, July 6, 1964. I was 20 years old and a student in a commuter 4-year college (Newark-Rutgers University). I lived in New Jersey in a two family house with my parents on the first floor and my grandparents on the second floor.

On mornings when I had a late class, I would spend time upstairs with my Grandmother since both of my parents worked. I would have coffee in her kitchen while I read the daily newspaper and we would chit-chat. That particular morning there was a story in the newspaper recounting a horrible accident that had happened in another part of the state. It seems that a family was returning to their car after watching the fireworks celebration two days earlier, July 4th. In order to reach their car they had to cross some railroad tracks. Since they had all the typical equipment that families bring to those type of events (chairs, blankets, snacks, drinks, etc.) when they reached the railroad tracks, the adults told the 9-year old girl to wait on this side of the tracks while the adults brought the equipment across and they would then return for the daughter. Unfortunately, they never returned. While they were crossing the tracks, they were struck and killed by a train they never saw and never heard while the little 9-year old girl watched.

My reaction as I read this was, of course, horror and I said out loud, "Oh, my God! Who will take care of the little girl?" This was simply the most terrible thing I had ever read and apparently shook me to my core because I never forgot this story. Over the ensuing years, whenever I would hear or read about other horrible events, I would always wonder, "I wonder who took care of the 9-year old girl." She never had a name in my thoughts, she was just "the 9-year old girl", but I always thought about her and hoped she was fine in spite of that horrible accident she witnessed and the dramatic change it had made in her life.

Life for me progressed rather normally. I finished college. Served in the military. Got married and had two children. This marriage, after many years, ended in divorce and in the spring of 1993 I found myself at a divorce support group. Of course, there I met many other people. I became friends with some and we did many, many activities together. Out of this group of friends there were two of us that seemed to have quite an attraction for each other and we started doing things together without the others and as you likely have guessed we began dating. During the fall of 1993 I asked her if she wanted to go on a hay ride which was always fun in the fall in New Jersey. She said yes she did, but unfortunately she just could not bring herself to do it. One of her other friends had told her that it was a "scary hay ride" and one of the scary jokes they played on the riders was a make believe train would come out of the corn field and appear to hit the hay wagon and she just could not put herself through that since that is how she lost her parents.

You guessed it. She was the 9-year old girl and I was the person to "take care of the 9-year old girl". It was a wonderful marriage until she died unexpectedly eight years ago.

I believe it was the Law of Attraction that brought us together, since I continually thought of her for 30 years and at precisely the correct time in our lives we were brought together. In our 15 years together, I do not remember a single argument. Disagreements, yes, but nothing that could be called an argument. We were destined to be together and I believe that is what soul mates are.