I would be sitting at my desk computer and then look up from a cold screen.."
and see the soft smile and kind understanding eyes within a face known to me as my friend.
Unannounced, yet called by need to find solace in a day that had been hard for me, and there he was, my friend.
Often I would meet a new recruit to our world. An eager rider who had in his heart the need to feel his face in the wind.
Lacking only skills and confidence, but certainly not desire, the as of yet unsaddled rider to be came to me, seeking a mentor, one destined to free his spirit upon the asphalt plains and help him find his steel stallion,
So I would guide them to Coach Steve, and the journey would begin
I shall miss you dear friend
Alan Burton Cole