What happened? What was going on? Did he take a wrong turn? Go left instead of right at the fork? Did he get lost on the detour? How did he get here? Bruised, dirty and bloody in this dark, cold, lonely hell of a place!
Recently, I was asked to share a reflection for a team meeting in my workplace. I was at a bit of a loss for what to focus on so at dinner I asked my three children what they thought I should talk about.
My eldest daughter, Clara, is home right now doing her first year of Carleton University online. She is studying Global Politics with a focus on human rights. In the midst of a pandemic she sits alone in her room reading day after day. Copious amounts…
For someone who loved to chat with everyone he met, his vocabulary now consisted of only a few words and phrases. Yet, whenever I went to visit him his eyes would shine, he would smile and say, “I will”…
