If you read Don’t Look Back, you know I don’t spend much time fretting about the past. I’ve made enough stupid mistakes to fret over—trust me on this—but I try not to get bogged down by them. You can’t soar toward a bright future if you drag the past behind you.

That said, I do sometimes wonder why I made certain detours in life, diversions that seemed like mistakes at the time. I’m a person who does believe most things happen for a reason, but that doesn’t mean the reason is always apparent. So as I wait for enlightenment on several of my seemingly meaningless life detours, I’m always fascinated to hear stories from others who know exactly why something happened.

On Labor Day Weekend, I flew to a small airport outside of Raleigh to take my friend, Robin, and two of her three sons flying. The youngest is just a few months old. She and I had met in a fitness certification in Apex, NC and after discovering I had my pilot’s license and a plane, she asked if I could give her two older sons a ride. Not until after we’d committed to going did I learn she doesn’t care for flying. But she set those feelings aside to experience the flight with her boys. I was honored she had trust in me.

Before the ride, we all headed to lunch, including her husband Chris, who is also a fitness instructor. I’d seen Chris slip into the exercise room for a brief time when Robin and I were training, but I’d never officially met him. He and I had exchanged several emails and spoken on the phone a couple of times when trying to coordinate the flight. In one of the conversations, I’d learned that Chris and I had both been at East Carolina University together, starting the same year. Other than ECU and his fitness activities, I didn’t know much else about him.

In our conversation before and during lunch, I learned Chris had been a police officer for a year before he and Robin had married. I wasn’t surprised when he mentioned this. He has that look about him. He’s super fit and has a commanding, yet trustworthy air about him. Perhaps that appearance led him down the path, people constantly telling him he looked like he belonged in law enforcement. Before entering the field, Chris had what most people would consider a normal job with regular hours and holidays off. He didn’t realize how much he missed his old life until one Christmas Eve night six months into the job. Sitting alone in his patrol car, he looked at his watch. 11:45 pm. He broke the silence, talking to himself: “Well... this sucks.”

Chris stuck with the policeman gig for a full year before returning to his old job. As he told the part about realizing being a police officer wasn’t for him, I guessed that he’d probably wondered why he’d uprooted his life to make that detour. I didn’t have to wonder long.

During that year, Robin needed some assistance and a police officer showed up to help. That officer was Chris. When Robin picked up the story and relayed that part, everything made sense. If Chris had not felt compelled to give law enforcement a try, none of us would have been sitting there, and Chris and Robin’s beautiful family would not exist.

I thought about it all for a few moments until Robin added more to the story and had me laughing. After Chris and Robin’s initial meeting, she ran into him again later. Finishing the story, she described Chris in his uniform and how she couldn’t help but think of him as her “knight in shining armor.” She didn’t know at that point he’d made a decision to return to his previous job, the career better suited him as an individual.

When she approached to thank him for what he’d done, he downplayed it and jolted her from her knight-in-shining-armor reverie with these words: “You’re welcome, but... I’m actually a middle school band director.”

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