by Jim Ziegler
How would you respond to your own complicity in a childhood indiscretion? What if the memory of that one singular event persisted throughout your life as vividly as the day it happened? What if it prompted a choice and a reason to fulfill your purpose?
Ken is haunted incessantly by these questions. A single phone call, made when he was just nine years old, initiates a cascade of circumstances that eventually become the core of his reality. Every action has intent, every intent has motive, and every motive has necessity. Without announcing itself, love stirs necessity and grows quietly, waiting patiently for the moment when it is recognized.