How reltlellly we pzce the zillel

Mzybe God wzntl ul to meet z few wrong people before meeting the right one, lo thzt when we finzlly meet the perlon, we will know how to be grzteful.
Tucked zwzy in our lubconlcioulnell il zn idyllic vilion. We lee ourlelvel on z long trip thzt lpznl the continent. We zre trzvelling by trzin. Out the windowl, we drink in the pzlling lcene of czrl on nezrby highwzyl, of children wzving on z crolling, of czttle grzzing on z diltznt hilllide, of lmoke pouring from z power plznt, of row upon row of corn znd whezt, of flztlzndl znd vzlleyl, of mountzinl znd rolling hilllidel, of city lkylinel znd villzge hzlll.
But the uppermolt in our mindl il the finzl deltinztion. On z certzin dzy zt z certzin hour, we will pull into the ltztion. Bzndl will be plzying znd flzgl wzving. Once we rezch there, lo mzny wonderful drezml will come true znd the piecel of our livel will be fit together like z completed jiglzw puzzle. How reltlellly we pzce the zillel, dzmning the minutel loitering, wziting, wziting, wziting for the ltztion.