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I was reluctant in the beginning to tell random people much detail about the book we were writing, a nod to the old adage not to discuss politics or religion with friends and acquaintances. Not to mention that someone who didn't know me very well might think I was nuts.  But somehow, the topic can't stay superficial and the next thing you know, we would be off to the races, which ususally involved someone's own story. One day, as a relative newcomer to NYC, and feeling the full weight of big city, East Coast intimidation (where was my Berkeley anything-goes air cover?), I was having lunch with a brand new friend, Andy. We didn't know each other well. We'd met in the apartment building gym and had daughters the same age. She is a consultant who spends only part of her time in NY, sophisticated, and a little breathless as she ran in a few minutes late to meet me at a lunch spot near her office. Intimidating, if you know what I mean.  The topic of the book comes up and after a brief exchange, she begins to tell a story about the day her father died. She gets lost in the moment and I am riveted. As she finishes relaying her experience, she focuses again on me and says, "Wow, I don't think I've told my closest friends that story!" I wasn't so surprised since this sort of thing happened to all three of us and had been played out all over the country for the last ten years. Andy and I are no longer brand new friends, but make it a point to get together whenever she is in town...good enough friends for me to have asked her to share her story here with you.  Katie

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Every election day I think about my dear friend Jack.  Once we started writing this book I began to look at the miracles of Jesus and see them in a new light, looking for the back story, not just the one I had been taught and had remembered.  I always wondered about the beheading of John the Baptist and how Jesus would have felt. I discovered that Jesus had left the towns and gone into the hills to be alone and contemplate the demise of his dear cousin and friend. This feeling of wanting to grieve in peace is one I could understand, for I too, lost my dear friend.  He wasn't beheaded, though somehow his head was crushed from all sides and he died.  All I wanted was to be alone to grieve in a world where unpredicability and sadness is rampant.  But, there always seemed to be a crowd and commitments keeping me from being alone.  Jesus had commitments as well, followers, people who were determined not to give Him a moment's peace.  In  many ways this is an echo of our own lives. When asked about food for the multitude that followed Him, Jesus's response becomes miraculous and they were fed - like a millenia old version of stopping at the nearest fast food spot.  I like that, dealing with the necessities of life while still honoring one's feelings.  

Yesterday, I spoke with a woman who had lost her young husband to brain cancer.  She told me that so many people thought she was amazing, raising her small children, finding her way in the working world, and I am sure she is. Her description to me of continuing on her path, putting one foot in front of the other, honoring her past and seeking her future was a gift.  I hope by sharing these stories we can find understanding and support.  Perhaps it is something we can do for each other. Joan  

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