“Please mister, buy this painting so we can buy bread,” three dirty triplets begged. The billionaire mafia boss stared at the canvas, his heart stopping. The woman painted on it was the wife he mourned for years. With shaking hands, he pulled out a black card and whispered, “Take me to her.”

first steps, Dante. You missed nightmares and fevers and lost teeth. It is a tragedy.” She squeezed my hand tight. “But if you spend the rest of your life excavating the cemetery of what you missed, you are going to blindly walk past everything that is still right here in front of you.”

I looked into her eyes, and for the first time in nearly a decade,continue reading …