Day 468

On day 30 of the Walk for Peace, I met a man named Jerry. As I wrote in my blog back then, Jerry was a part of the Great Peace March for Nuclear Disarmament of 1986.

Fast forward to Thursday when my sister and brother in law picked me up in Portland. In the car on the way to Olympia, Emily said that she and Anders had met a couple who is new to their neighborhood, and that one of them had walked across the country with a group sometime in the 80s.

Tonight, Jake and Robert came over for a visit. As it turns out, Jake made her trek across the country as a member of the Great Peace March for Nuclear Disarmament of 1986.

The March began with about 1,200 people, and by the end of the 3,200+ mile trip, approximately 500 made it the entire way.

Now I don’t really know a lot about statistics, but I am pretty sure the odds of meeting two of the folks who completed the March over 30 years ago, in two different states just over a year apart, are astronomical.

I feel grateful for the opportunity to be one in a long line of Peace activists, and excited to have met both Jake and Jerry. Through this trio of Peace Walkers/Marchers, I am reminded of how far apart we may feel, but how connected we actually are.