Incredibly, there have to have been only two incidents in my life that this has happened.

It was a summer evening, and I was not particularly impressed with my friends for dragging me out to go and attend a high school debating evening. Debating? What is there to debate about? I knew what I wanted in life (as any 17-year-old does), and had already formed my own opinions. As it turned out, the evening was not too bad after all, but fate had dealt me a card which I had no way of  knowing what it was that I was looking at. Seated on the stage before me, a young man, my age, from a competing school sat, and I knew him. What was his name? Where had we met before? Why, having never seen him before, was I so certain that I knew him. Dismissing it at some sort of weird de ja vu, I let it be, and would have let it lie, had he not approached me later in the evening and professed to knowing me too.

Two souls. Two people. Complete strangers in every way, yet both certain that we knew each other. Not just in passing, either. We were both equally certain that we had met before, knew each other, and had been friends at some time in our past. I do not remember his name now, years later, yet the feeling of absolute certainty that I had met someone again from long ago for the first time never left me.

Life carries on. We make our choices and we lose our way, sometime to find it again, other times we need to be helped back onto the path that had been so hard to see. Sometimes we journey alone. The friends we make and lose along the way have all helped guide me, some in ways better than others, but most are lost in the shadows of time.

Nearing yet another milestone, I found that Life has dealt me another one of those trump cards. The card simply read: Hello my friend, where shall we begin?

There are too many things to say about this meeting of souls , and yet I find myself wordless. I have once again found a soul who I have known forever… met for the first time in the most unlikely of places.

Lost had found me.