While at dinner with my family in San Antonio last week Jon said grace and in his prayer he thanked God that 'Our lost brother has come home'.
Today I leave Memphis to return to New England to tell this story. As you know I've tried in the past and either the timing or platform or partners didn't pan out. Events that have transpired in recent months have convinced me the time is now.
Admittedly the problem has primarily been me or more specifically the standards I set for it. Just as with the two walks I wanted to do something no one else has before and relegating the story to the Christian book market or a PBS special was unacceptable. Even a film festival documentary didn't seem sufficient.
The epidemic of cancer in our companions demands and deserves the widest audience possible and I've always pushed and pushed to that end. But one lesson I've learned repeatedly is you cannot depend on anyone else to realize your vision and like life on the road it's you and you alone.
I now know how to tell this story and the manner in which to tell it so once again I set off into uncharted waters.
Brother, I am lost no longer.