At the last one we were sitting around a table in a restaurant and I touched lightly on the events of two years ago and how those experiences not only brought me back to writing but are influencing what I write about.
A short time later an older gentleman walked past our table. He stopped next to my chair, laid a hand on my shoulder and leaned down to me.
"Whatever it was, you will never have to go through it again," he said, and walked out of the restaurant.
We are none of us alone on this journey through life.
Love,
Chris