Yesterday a man arrived on Towne's front doorstep with 2 dogs, a bike, and what I assume were most of his worldly possessions. He was on his way from New York to Daytona Beach to stay with a friend and was walking the bike and the dogs when he couldn't hitch a ride. The dogs looked healthy but tired, and faithfully stood by their master's side.
Today I was reflecting on his journey and thinking how much more bearable the rough days must be (and how much nicer the good ones) with those companions by his side. Despite our different circumstances, we can all relate to that!