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People sometimes ask if I believe in soulmates, and I don’t hesitate. You bet I do. Not in the Hollywood sense, not in the lightning‑bolt, fireworks‑over-the-city sense. I believe in the quieter kind—the souls who cross our path and leave fingerprints on our life that never quite fade.

A soulmate isn’t always a spouse or a lover. Sometimes it’s a friend, a teacher, a stranger who says one sentence you never forget. Sometimes it’s someone you knew for a season, someone you lost too soon, someone who showed up at exactly the right moment and changed the direction of your life without ever knowing it.

A soulmate is anyone whose presence rearranges something inside you.

I’ve had my share of those in my lifetime. People who helped me see myself more clearly. People who taught me how to be braver, kinder, more awake. People who reminded me that connection is the real currency of this world.

And maybe that’s why I write so much. Words are my way of honoring those connections—past, present, and the ones still waiting around the corner. Writing is how I keep the conversation going with the souls who’ve walked with me, even if only for a short stretch of the road.

So yes, I believe in soulmates. Not because it’s romantic, but because it’s true. Some people are simply meant to find us.

Throughout my life, I have encountered significant individuals who resonate deeply with my soul. During my formative years, I met Jim, Jerry, and Sandra. In my time serving in the army, I crossed paths with Angelo and Vince. As I embarked on my professional journey, I encountered Jack, Darlene, and numerous others. In retirement and during my spiritual pursuits, I met Bill, Mel, Delores, Scott, and Stan. Even in the realm of the digital age, I found soulmates such as Blake and Barbara. Each time I identified a soulmate, an immediate and profound connection emerged, devoid of awkwardness, revealing the undeniable truth that our paths were destined to converge.