“Because, by its very nature, to have magic is to set yourself apart from those who don’t for all eternity.”

  When I heard those words the first time, I thought I understood what they meant. I could blame it on having the mind of a child. Incapable of thinking with greater depth beyond having access to a convenient solution to a pressing problem. My desperation to live beyond the tender age of seven and not leave a grieving mother behind might have contributed to my lapse in judgment, as well.

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  Cancer made my choice a sensible one, at the time. Looking back, however, I have to wonder if he knew precisely what my acceptance of his offer would precipitate.

  On that fateful day, he didn’t lie. He never lied for as long as I knew him.

  My mother and I made our decision with eyes wide open - with all of its gravity and repercussions explained in excruciating detail. We simply didn’t care.

  He could heal me. I wouldn’t have to die. So, in the end, I said “Yes”.

  And the world would never be the same.