When I was about 8 or 9 years old, my family and I walked through the doors of Progressive Church of God in Christ in Colorado; at the end of the service, a group of kids walked up to us and introduced themselves. They were led by a young lady who would become my dearest friend and sister for life, Kim. For the years that my dad was stationed in Colorado, our lives were so intertwined with Kim’s that I hardly have a memory of those years without her being there. After we moved to Italy, we kept in touch for a while, but like with almost all childhood relationships…