Perfect Strangers

I have a friend that I've never met.

I have never talked to him on the phone.

I probably couldn't pick him out of a lineup.

If he walked up to me and said hello, I'd probably stare at him wondering who he was.

Still, I consider him a friend.

His name is Jeff.

He has Type 1 diabetes - just like me.

He runs, he cycles, he swims - just like me.

He takes pictures, likes to travel, and reads lots of books - just like me.

He blogs about life - the good, the bad and the diabetic - just like me.

Tomorrow, he will be flying from Boston and spending the weekend in Southern Ontario.

He's going to run Around the Bay, a race that's, ironically, 'Older than Boston'.

And I get to meet him in person.

Yay!