A few weeks ago the soles of one of my pairs of shoes began to come off. I noticed it especially when I walked. They would graze the floor, ground as I stepped. So last Thursday I stopped by a cobbler’s store to find out if they could be repaired.
A writer could not have created a better shoe-smith. He was elderly, short, bent over, unkempt white hair and wearing a dark leather apron. His little hole in the wall place was so packed with shoes, accessories and other items I couldn’t find an aisle to walk down much less spy the diminutive owner. He heard me, however, and called me to his location. I told him my problem, showed him the shoes and he said; “I can fix it, be ready tomorrow.” I thanked him and the next day they were ready. I don’t know what type of glue, cement, adhesive he used to fix my soles but today I wore them for the first time since the repairs and they were perfect.
Today I celebrate being married to my bride for twenty five years. How she’s been able to stand me for that long must be love because most days I can barely stand myself. She has in many ways kept me grounded, connected. She’s stood by my side, kept me from falling and helped me up when I’ve hit bottom. My heart, soul and life are blessed and better because of her.
In our lives there are those lovers, friends and kindred spirits we meet on our journeys who help us be more than we could ever be by ourselves. They are our soul glue. Without them we would lose our way and our connection to life’s greatest blessing, each other.