Have you ever had a person come into your life who totally changed the way you live? Not the usual child or wife, but a friend? Now, I'm not saying that this person will irreparably damage your life, but for a brief moment, maybe a month or so, your standard every-day life has absolutely no relevance to the equation. Lately, for me, that person has been Low Life Mike. We were building a truck together-more on that later-and I think I got more than I had bargained for. Let me tell you about a day we had here recently.

The day started like every other day does, I woke up around 9a.m., moseyed out of bed, then sluggishly found my way out to the shop where Steve is usually already working on his truck. I fed my shop cat, filled her water bowl -and here's the turning point of the day-while filling her bowl, I spilled some water on my pants. So, I went back into the house and changed into some dry pants, meanwhile Mike showed up ready to start on his truck. We chatted for a few minutes about how tired we were and dreamed about taking the day off. After talking about what we wished we could do, a decision to run a few errands was made-just to get away and take a break until lunch.

We ate some leftover crpes and then headed off to find some RAM for his computer. It was a search that ended up more like a wild goose chase than a productive parts run. Soon, we found ourselves getting close to Anaheim and Mike remembered that our friend, Ben "the Pirate," had some extra passes to Disneyland ... and he just so happened to be there. After a few missed off-ramps and some illegal lane changes, we parked on the Goofy level around 2F.

A tram ride in, Ben met us at the gate and we were in. We made a quick verbal agreement on which rides to hit first, bought a disposable camera, and off we went. First on the list was the Pirates of the Caribbean, Ben and his posse were headed toward Space Mountain, so we followed them in, then hit Pirates. Mike was so excited, we could tell he really wanted to get hit by the cannons and sink our ship. We hit a few more rides, and headed over to get our picture taken in front of the Enchanted Castle. We had to have proof that we really did go to Disneyland, and what better way than to have our picture taken in front of the Enchanted Castle? One last ride had to be hit before we went home, The Tower of Terror. Mike and I hadn't been on the ride before, and there was some anxiety about what it might be like. I'm not going to tell you about the ride, but the picture they took of us was truly priceless. I had a huge smile on my face, obviously enjoying the ride, but Mike was a different story. He was bracing himself on the ride with one hand, holding his hat on with the other; his face was of absolute fear and obviously screaming. It was one of those pictures you would almost pay the $20 for the 5x7 just to wake up to it every morning. I am even laughing as I type this. It was the high point of the day, for sure. The drive home was 2 hours of traffic; but all in all, the day was a success.

So, the next time someone is going to stir up your life, it may be worth letting them. If only for a day, it could create a life story to tell your grand-kids.