remember feeling trapped in some inescapable
place while everyone danced around me and I remained motionless. My
existence had to be flawed in some subtle but essential way. Why else
would life be so unyielding to my happiness? Maybe the gods had decided
they didnít know what to do with me and had taken a pause. Or maybe it
was the calm before the storm - before they let me have it. What? I donít
know. It wasnít that anything was terribly wrong or I had committed some
heinous crime. It was just a sense of hopelessness and not being able to
orchestrate my life towards achieving my expectations. I didnít
understand why I felt so lost. And then I had a minor breakthrough. It
must have been that silly fortune cookie I read the other day. Somehow, it
triggered a nerve.
Iím a flexible thinker. Iíve done my share of trying to understand my life. Iíve even entertained the concept that weíre all connected, existing within a complex structure of connecting passages; an intricate woven fabric of time and space and that no one knew who was connected to whom or when and where their paths would meet. Sometimes, at the Ďeleventh hourí when all seemed hopeless, the gods might throw someone or something your way to offer you safe passage. And, supposedly, there arenít any coincidences.
I donít live this adage on a daily basis and hadnít given it much thought nor was I truly convinced of its validity until recently. I never suspected a family wedding I had been invited to would affect so many lives . . . especially mine. What should I tell you? It all began a few months ago . . .