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  • It was a day that seemed like any other day, in a life that seemed like any other life. A casual observer would be likely to say that Hank was a relatively happy man. He had the job, he had the girl, he had friends, he had a future. He never complained about his life. He seemed to have many interests, and all the advantages a man could, or should, possibly want. He could pretty much write his own ticket, in life.

    Actually, that is exactly what he did - he wrote his own ticket. It just wasn't the ticket that everyone who knew him expected him to write.

    He was on his way home from work one night, on the metro, when it happened. It caught him by as much surprise as his resulting actions would catch everyone else, after the dust had settled and they realized what had happened.

    It was like somebody just flipped a switch in his brain - no, that wasn't it - in his soul, and from that moment on, he knew what he had to do. He had never given it a thought, and there was no plan, but by the time that train reached his station, and he heard the "ding" of the doors opening, he stood up out of his seat, intentionally leaving his backpack with laptop and important papers where they'd rested by his feet on the train, and strode right out through the opening doors as though he was walking out of his old life, into a whole new life.
  • In fact, that is exactly what he was doing. He just walked away from it all, left it all behind, and started all over again, from scratch.

    It was time. He had a goofy grin on his face, a song in his heart, and what felt like wings on his feet, as he floated out of the station into a new life. He was singing "Freedom" by Richie Havens, the Woodstock version. He never gave it another thought, as he began to live in the moment, in that moment, for the first time in his life. He knew it was right - and, it was.

    Up to that moment, he'd always felt like he was "on his way". He never knew what it was that he was on his way to. But, just then, he finally knew. He no longer felt like he was on his way. He had finally arrived - in the moment.

    He could have sworn he heard a voice, deep inside, whisper, "Welcome!" It felt like home.
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