The Christmas Cactus
Chris was born in a typical Mid-western town in southern Michigan in 1951. His parents, returning from World War II, began building a life with their two children. As he grew older, Chris was driven by a restlessness that denied him any measure of peace or serenity. After years of odd jobs and geographic moves, he slipped into a subtle disrepair, ultimately sinking into a near irrevocable insanity on skid row, surviving on drugs and alcohol, missions, blood banks and strange women. Existing for many years in a small room deep within an abandoned tenement building, there appeared to be no inspiration for change. A most desperate condition, and one of which only divine intervention makes recovery possible, is when a person becomes a non-person. When someone loses interest in life, yet retains that vita, the spark forbidding a swift and deliberate self-destruction, one carries on but less?intact as a human being.