I liked her story about the two boys, she does write well, when she describes the first day they met and how you'd of thought they were brothers. But you would've had to be right behind them in line at the deli, to overhear their mothers' introduction, on that first day they met, two three-foot tall young boys with hands extended to each other's shoulders and the next words after "hi!" were "let's be best friends!"

And I understood the two mother's look of astonished grins, because they weren't brothers, it was the magic of coincidence, the random first meeting of the two best friends. If I wasn't right behind them in line you would never be able to convince me the two boys didn't go to the same grade school, and that day could have only been a western dress up day

but it wasn't any of those had-to-have-been truths, stranger than the true prophecy of a history book written before hand as plain old non-fiction, or however she described the random event as it occurred, the first time those boys met

If I wasn't right behind them in line, they would have been brothers or schoolmates dressed alike on western day at school. But I was right behind them, I witnessed the real magic of coincidence, I saw the look the mothers gave each other, I now understand the exactly the feeling of an astonished grin, I was there the two best friends met and it was immediately declared

I have never agreed with Einstein's relativity, but time did pause with silenced sound and frozen motion for all that bore witness of the only two whose lives paused not and skipped no beat. The Joy that is music cannot be stopped in either lives, in the very first meeting of two best friends.

Think of the possible advances in physics, if only a scientist was aware of the knowledge that could be gained by mothers prepared to record the lengths of time's pauses that go unnoticed to all the world when and where sound and motion cannot be bound in the presence of two new best friends

it went something like that, I can't remember her words verbatim