Guilt: A Gauge of the Soul (#12)

It was a Friday afternoon and I was running late, as per usual, to meet my best friend at our favorite bar.  With an espresso martini already waiting for me, I plopped onto the barstool.  I was beyond elated to be here after such a busy week, not to mention, I hadn’t seen my girl in what seemed like an eternity.  Our lives were changing so rapidly, I was afraid we’d soon be strangers. How silly, though, because our conversation and laughter echoed a friendship that was from many lives and not just this one.