I almost didn't recognize her.

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Today we were driving through town and passed someone on a bicycle. I'm sure it's the same in most places as it is here—there seem to be more tweakers riding bikes than people out enjoying the weather or getting exercise. As we got closer, Chris looked over at me and, kind of jokingly, said, "That looks like (we'll call her) Lynn." Sure enough, when she got up beside the truck, it really was her, and she said hi. The sad part was how she looked. She was nothing but skin and bones. I'm not trying to be mean or judgmental—she honestly looked skinnier than our 13-year-old, and she's in her 40s. She's always seemed to find trouble and has been in and out of it for years, so she's looked rough for a while now, but today I almost didn't recognize her. We'd known she was using something before she went to prison. When she got out, I really hoped she'd turn things around, especially since she received the inheritance her dad had left her. Sadly, it sounds like that money disappeared into her addiction, whatever she's using now. Seeing her today was just... shocking. It's one of those moments that sticks with you. I feel like I had more to say when I started writing this, but I got distracted, came back, and completely lost my train of thought. Have you ever run into someone you hadn't seen in a while and been shocked by how much they'd changed—for better or for worse?