During tonight’s run, I thought I noticed a book to the side of the trail. So I strayed off the path briefly to take a look, hoping it would yield something fun. At first it appeared to be a worn out, water-stained blank notebook. But then I flipped it open to the lone page with writing on it and my breath caught.

“You lost your life so I could find mine”

I can safely say this is one of the most impactful distracted runner finds I’ve ever had — and I’ve found some stuff over the years. For the next three miles I played that sentence over in my head. What could the story possibly be with this one? Who died? A reference to Jesus, perhaps? I have no idea. But I can’t help but feel that I stumbled upon something profoundly personal, something that provided a glimpse into someone’s narrative and created so many questions yet absolutely no hope for answers.