“The Volunteer” – Epilogue.

I worked as a volunteer in the Crisis Intervention Unit at Toronto East General Hospital for about 2-1/2 years and experienced many situations however, one particular phone call was (fortunately) a very uncommon occurrence. Continue reading

Where there is love, there is life.

Sometimes I look at Ray and I am in total conflict with feelings of sadness for his past life, and happiness with having him here. His past life really is an unknown but there are a lot of indicators pointing towards less than desirable circumstances. When I first met him he was expressionless, distant, vocal, and reactive. He was a loner. He was a survivor. Continue reading