I put my phone down, took a long drink of Tetley Tea and rubbed my temples. That last statement was part of call number four. Four angry people. Four people who had hit their limit. Four people who had one thing in common.

Such is the result of a smear campaign. The brutal lies of those who have a self determined case for revenge. The best way to hurt someone who has refused to bow to a demand is to convince others that refusal was born of a deeply ingrained character flaw. It took only gathering a circle of three to spread the cancer of gossip throughout the world I once thought loved me. The people I cared so deeply about were now having meetings about me without my presence.

That little unconventional community changed a life, it made it not only better, but through belonging, sweet. How? They went and found him in the midst of the mess he had made—and that was no easy task. It was hard. It took sacrifice. It was downright painful at times. It forced the upbraiding of long avoided memories in the community. The pain of the wounded was simply too familiar. In Marvel Movie style, during a major, earth altering crisis, the entire group surrou

On the way back to my house, the pounding fear began to radiate out from my abdomen and make my hands tremble.