“I promise this is as real as I can make it sound. I saw something, someone, in the corner of that room and then I got pushed in the shoulder hard enough to spin me around. It’s like he knew seeing him would not be enough. He wanted me to know that he was real and that, that, if I didn’t shape the hell up - that would be me.” “A push?” I saw it all again. A smile broke across my face. I know this happened. I know this mattered. I know this is all that mattered. I reached out to Laura. “No." I said as I took her hand in mine. "The Push.”
... and what starts as a straight-line story of love and inspiration, slowly begins to curve, into something else, something more - and eventually finds its way back ... home.