Bethel University - Spire Yearbook (St Paul, MN)

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Strolling down walkways, variety shapes the stage. In fashioned array, smiles model the scene. Packed beneath skin lies ar. open heart. Julie Redenbaugh Amidst the busthng noise of shuffling feet and endless chatter, my sharp ears capture squeaks of rolling wheelings in the distance. Effortlessly, my spirits lift at the anticipation of her arrival. Other noises grow dimmer as rr.y ears automatically capture the sound of squeaky wheels. 1 realize, as I await her approach, how much 1 have come to love the sound of rolling wheels — forever squeaking in a quiet library or still chapel. When I hear it 1 know she’s near. Each time her hands grasp the cold metal, steering her walker as she wills, my soul rejoices. And now, as the squeak of turning wheels grows louder, my spirits rise once again. She endears herself to me as priceless JEWELS; the bounds of my love seem to widen each day. I wait silently as her wheels glide across the carpeted floor. Finally, 1 glimpse her smile — a prized treasure. She now reaches me; I grasp her hand. And, in that brief moment of eter-n-.ty, 1 realize the beauty of friendship and love. Char Eklof Dows B r' «y