toby

I sit in front of my screen as the call begins to connect, aware that this will not be an ordinary conversion -- in a matter of seconds, I will come face-to-face with a woman who took her deepest nisayon and transformed it in to a lifeline for others.

The phone rang incessantly, the ringing shattering the silence I craved. There was no stopping it; I had no choice but to pick up. “Hello, is this Sandy?” said a voice I didn’t recognize. I confirmed that it was. “You don’t know me,” the woman continued, “but my name is Miriam. I just wanted you to know that I’ve been there too, lying at the bottom of a deep, dark pit.