It seems like yesterday, but more than twenty years have come and gone since that sunny summer day. In a tiny town along one of northern Michigan's largest lakes, a few people strolled down the sidewalks. On one sidewalk, a homeless kitten wandered. Most people hardly gave it a glance. I was not one of them.
I stopped and talked to the lost soul for a few minutes. Walking away, I engaged in the timeless battle of "should I or should I not." When I turned around to go back, a family of three had stopped to kneel down and chat with the kitten. The kitten had found its forever family. A little boy was overjoyed. A few months later, my remarkable, precious Xena came into my world.