It was a time or so it seemed.

Event-less possibility.

Drop out, grow a beard, call yourself a hippie.

Invent life all over again.

And maybe, if you were very, very lucky, you'd add to your door one day and find yourself

looking at the love of your life.

I looked in her eyes.

That was the first feature I looked at on her.

In her eyes, just like I've known them all of my life or all my lifetimes.

Ah, yes, Kismet.

It was 1973.

Bob Eckhardt was 29 then.

And temporarily, caretaking an old mansion in Miami Beach.

And she, the girl with the eyes, was a 24-year-old named Tony Soren.

My jaw drops the floor.

This just absolutely incredibly beautiful woman is at my front door.

She asked him if she could park her car in his driveway.

He invited her in.

They talked the rest of the day all night.

We just found so much in common, so much spiritually we found in each other.

So she shared this story?

Everything was open.

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