Joyous "J"

Christmas Eve, 2013 share

     An angel is in our midst. A humble and grateful young man who share s himself fully, without the usual connotation of neediness or accepting pity for his situation. A hard, difficult, unbearable upbringing, though he tells bits and pieces as though they belong to a dear friend that he welcomes into his home. Tales of his meager Christmas’ past embrace us. The rest of the group discusses our humorous holiday stories and favorite presents, no one can “top” the Guide. He told us that his mom sat he (at three years of age,) his brother and little sister down, to make them aware that Santa is a fake. He suggests he appreciates that honesty and wouldn’t have had it any other way. A world traveler, calling each place home, spoke of living in the moment, creating space for each adventure, making it, willing it, magnetizing it to him, as though the destinations were chosen specifically for him versus his deciding on the next stopover. Though we shook hands upon meeting, like strangers, I hugged him to me in delight as we departed, to be forever changed.