There's a place for us...

Back in high school, my friend David and I used to sit and have deep talks about life... we'd usually sing together too, but that's another story. David once mentioned that he was scared to leave high school, scared to leave home, scared to leave all our friends, ect... who wasn't? High school was a scary place. But I recall a particular conversation our senior year, on a choir trip... we were sitting outside on the balcony of a hotel one evening watching the sun set and ignoring all the people being loud inside the room... we sang, "There's a place for us" from West Side Story... Then we cried... and I told him that if I had one very best friend wherever I went in life, I would be fine. He agreed as well... and tonight I realized that I truely do have a very best friend here in Reno. Praise Jesus for that... because I will be fine.