Over the course of the past two years, I’ve watched from a distance a good friend of mine go through quite a transition. He’s not middle aged so it couldn’t be a mid-life crisis, but sort of. I wouldn’t paint him as a completely negative personality, but he hovered somewhere in that vicinity. It could have been because he spent most of him time as a sex-offender parole officer. I venture to guess that occupation could have a serious effect on the overall outlook of one’s life. Whatever he was thinking or feeling at a particular moment, he wasn’t afraid to give you a play by play with several choice words and hand gestures. But then something happened… Continue reading