We were the original three musketeers. Where there was one the other two were sure to be close by. We grew up together in the same neighborhood. We went to the same schools. We lived the same emotion filled adolescent-hormonal-emotion driven life. With us there was no such thing as a third wheel. We turned life into a tricycle. So when we ended up at separate colleges we never doubted that our sacred bond of sisterhood would make it through unscathed. What naivety in believing we could withstand the test of time and distance.