I often sit and Wonder often sit and dream often sit and wait for the one that’s just for me, I search the many face sin the crowds of people I see exploring, seeking, looking for, the one that it could be.is it Mister Blue Collar? Is it Mister Too Clean? Is it Mister Holy One which was made for me? Then I stop and think of the biggest catastrophe -what if this man I’m waiting for doesn’t even recognize me?-LostInACrowd