On January 20th, 2022, God placed us in the same room at the same time—at Johnny B’s, the one tiny bar in Dahlonega tucked beside the University of North Georgia. At the time, neither of us realized how intentional that night really was. I had transferred to UNG that fall of my sophomore year from Georgia State, still adjusting to a new school and a new season of life. Crews was originally headed to Georgia Tech, but a last-minute change redirected him to UNG where he was finishing his fifth year of college due to Covid. We were almost in Atlanta together yet somehow ended up exactly where we were meant to be. Different paths, different plans—but the same place. We were both athletes—him playing baseball, me playing softball—and somehow our worlds overlapped that night. When we were introduced, Crews reached out and shook my hand. It was simple, but in that moment, something felt different. It felt like a God wink—like He was quietly saying, "this is part of my plan". I remember feeling an instant sense of comfort, like I already knew him, like I was home. That was my first time seeing Crews, but later I learned it wasn’t his first time seeing me. God had been working long before we ever spoke, weaving our stories together without us even realizing it. Looking back now, it’s clear—we didn’t just meet by chance. We were exactly where we were meant to be.