From the March 2014 magazine.

March 2014: The Deer Hunter

It was Thanksgiving last week, and I was exactly where I wanted to be—deer hunting in the Allegheny Highlands of the Appalachian Mountains in Virginia. So why was I in such a funk, so melancholy? A spot inventory revealed there were no obvious reasons for my depression, but the feelings of helplessness, loneliness and despair were convincing. It occurred to me to meditate in an effort to escape them. That’s when my cell phone rang.

It was my wife back in California, frustrated and crying from an argument with my 12-year-old son. I listened as she slowly calmed down and thanked me for listening. Within an hour, the phone rang again. It was a young sponsee, house-sitting for me back in California. He’d had in an argument with his girlfriend and she had just left him. He was now at our house with no transportation.

-- Ed L.

Wrightwood, California

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