Sep 23, 2012-- "In the summer of 2005, things weren't looking very good for me. A broken relationship, a deadlock at work, a growing dependence on alcohol and tobacco all made for a downward spiral that I experienced every moment but couldn't snap out of. I was almost at breaking point when my mother decided to pay me a visit... On the first evening of her visit she tried to get me talking about where I was at in life, what was working and what wasn't. I resisted, was evasive in my responses and tried every trick in the book to keep the facade up. I thought I had succeeded ..." In this moving real-life story, a young father looks back on a touching and pivotal experience centered around his mother's unconditional love and a set of six cane chairs. (18770 reads)
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The flute of the infinite is ceaselessly playing and its sound is love.
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