By Lynne Cory
What if my life was actually a movie with me as the director as well as the star and everyone else was a supporting player that I have chosen to be with me to learn and grow?
What if some I have chosen to be loving and some to be mean and some to be generous and others to steal from me?
What if when I died, I got to choose an entirely new cast for my next life play?
What if next time, the serial killer chose to be a kindly medicine man?
What if there is no more to judge than if this was the movie that it is?