The Winter of my Discontent

somedays are cold, somedays are not, somedays.....

All of life is a coming home, salesmen, secretaries, coal miners, bee keepers, sword swallowers, all of us. All the restless hearts of the world trying to find a way home. Its hard to describe what I felt like then, picture yourself walking for days in a driving snow and you don't even know you're walking in circles, the heaviness of your legs in the drifts, your shouts disappearing into the wind, how small you can feel, and how far away home can really be.

Home, the dictionary defines it as both a place of origin and a goal or destination. And the storm? The storm was all in my mind, or as the poet Dante put it, "in the middle of the journey of my life I found myself in the dark wood for I had lost the right path." Eventually I would find the right path, but in the most unlikely place.

-Patch Adams (my inspiration)

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