I was lost when I met Anita.
My father’s battle with cancer had captured, shadowed and imprisoned my youth. Three-years before I was flying high from high school graduation: vibrant, attractive, lean, with a flare for bodybuilding and boxing and desperate to leave home when Dad, literally, collapsed under the prognostic-doom of his cancer diagnosis. Three-years later I was fat, emotionally defeated and on a three-day train trip across Canada to attend college. For three days and nights I sat and stared out a train window at the desperate and the lonely.Read More