"All
of life is a coming home. Salesmen, secretaries, coal miners,
beekeepers, sword swallowers, all of us. All the restless hearts of the
world, all trying to find a way home. It’s hard to describe what I felt
like then. Picture yourself walking for days in the driving snow; you
don’t even know you’re walking in circles. The heaviness of your legs in
the drifts, your shouts disappearing into the wind. How small you can
feel, and how far away home can be. Home. The dictionary defines it as
both a place of origin and a goal or destination. And the storm? The
storm was all in my mind. Or as the poet Dante put it: In the middle of
the journey of my life, I found myself in a dark wood, for I had lost
the right path. Eventually I would find the right path, but in the most
unlikely place".
Hunter – Patch Adams
~Trish~
Hunter – Patch Adams
~Trish~
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