The holiday season can inspire a great deal of wonderful, however, it also induces stress for many. I was among the many last December, a time which proved to be particularly trying for me. People often enter our lives for unexplainable reasons. They enter through the cracks in the window regardless of the barrier we place in front of the door. I’ve heard we are most self-centered when in a depressive state. As a mostly happy person, I struggled doubly in that pervasive sadness. In the midst of the sadness and chaos, I befriended a man named Chris. It was an easy friendship. I didn’t feel judged, critiqued or speculated.

On December 29th, Chris journeyed to New Orleans with his brother and his brother’s then-girlfriend. Chris contacted me mid-afternoon to inquire of how my weekend was going. I remember it well. 2pm and I was in bed watching “Forensic Files,” which was a common occurrence, more than likely fueling the destruction of my happiness. Negativity breeds negativity. He said, “You should get out of town. Join us here this evening.” I’m sure my response was mere laughter, but Chris insisted. He called to check on flight times, while I continued watching television, convinced I’d remain in this position until I was forced to move. Chris called moments later to alert me I was leaving (on a jet plane) in two hours.

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Chris and me in the French Quarter.  The background gives an illusion of wings. We were unaware of the background effect at the time.

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