My Most Memorable Transformation
I think "forty" must be the bridge where you look back on your life and reflect on your triumphs and regrets while at the same time looking forward, daring to dream the unimaginable. As I saddle this bridge, I find myself lost in a sea of hope, joy, sadness, and courage. My life. I own it. All of it is not what I, myself, would have chosen, but it is mine none the less and the fragments that make me whole. This morning, in a rare moment of solitude, I found myself searching for the most memorable moment in my life that transformed me. The moment that, I suppose, made me whole. Without a doubt, that moment for me was this--A single kiss. I arrived at his house, "Guppie", his dog, greets me with a wagging tail, too lazy to peel himself off the sidewalk to actually say, "Hello". I enter through the sliding glass door. The house is quiet. I walk to his room and he's still sleeping. Quietly, I take the seat next to his bed and watch him. His chest rises a...