Eighteen years ago early morning, I sat on a rocker holding, my then three month old, niece Angela, who rested on a pillow and was connected to a breathing tube, draining catheters, and IV bottles after her heart surgery few days before. She was in pain and I had spent the whole night trying to soothe her in the NICU at UCLA. We were both exhausted and as I had done since her birth I was praying for a miracle. It was then, that I heard a gasp coming from the nurse’s desk. I l

“He hates you.“ Her sweet face belied the harshness of her words. “He told me so.” She continued, and in her little girl’s innocence she could not comprehend the meaning behind her statement. How many times have you ran into people you knew, and even loved, many years before and found out you have nothing in common anymore? It could be an old roommate, a cousin very dear to you once, the old neighbor you played with the whole summer years ago. It could be anyone and it could