Sometimes getting out the door feels like trying to grab a fish, where time is the water and the fish is the opportunity. One night, I was exasperated. I’m more or less surrounded by books, most I’ve read, others are for emergency situations and still others are on the “must read becasue I must” list – like the gift from Dr Doyle. From Ste. Anne, an hour’s drive from Winnipeg, he is an entrepreneurial-pioneer and has self-published a number of books on medicine, faith and love. I only read A Love Story – essentially a compilation of letters and notes between his wife and him. By the end of the book, his wife dies of cancer, and I had thoroughly soaked my pillow in tears, reading it at night beside Christian. I loved the simple narrative so much, I sent him a thank-you note, as he lives in the same condo building as Christian’s parents. For Christmas, he sent me his latest publication: The Path to Heaven – A Christian Perspective. My pillow remains quite dry, and I figured I needed just a little more drama, so I begged John to lend me a book from his collection… something without quantum physics. I’m now chapters deep in beautiful Africa, but afraid of the inevitable bloodshed of Shake Hands With the Devil. See Pa! There’s devil in the title, but it’s a good book!