My Friend, Ingrid

So I was thinking of an old friend called Ingrid. (I now live in the area where she used to live).

When I was in my late teens to early twenties, we used to hang out with her two brothers and a group of other friends. We would go clubbing on a Friday night and on Saturday evenings we would either go to the pub or hang out at another friend's house.

I wondered how ingrid was. Was she married, got kids, still in the UK? Would I even recognise her now if I saw her again?

The next day after I finished work, I stopped off at this  store to get some grocery. I then went to catch the bus home.  I noticed the area was very crowded. I sat next to this elderly looking lady (possibly in her seventies) and checked the bus app for my next bus. The app said the bus I wanted wasn't stopping at that stop, but I could catch it at a stop about a mile away.

I noticed the lady next to me was looking at the bus map on her phone. I asked her what bus she was waiting for and she told me. I then told her the buses were not coming to our stop, but we could catch them at the next station.

We ended up walking together and had a nice chat. My friend told me she had just come from a demonstration.  Now it made sense why the area was so crowded and why the buses were not coming to that area.

When we arrived at the bus stop, my friend and I got on the same bus.  It was then I asked her what her name was and she said....

....drumroll please....

Ingrid. 😊

I told her the day before I had been thinking of an old friend called Ingrid.

During our bus journey, we continued sharing life experiences.  We discovered we had both been to Australia.  (Her sister lives there). Before she got off, we exchanged hugs and kisses goodbye.

I may not have met my old friend Ingrid, but I got to make a new friend called Ingrid.

God is wonderful! ❤️