James...

In many years to come James, I am sure I will be only a vague memory, perhaps an anonymous bystander in a photograph. -I hope not though...

Tonight you reminded me of the power of a hug and the freedom of forgiveness. I was working with the kids tonight, trying to decide whether or not to direct the next show. I won't embarress you by recounting the circumstances, but you stood there, tears rolling down your cheeks, thinking we all hated you for something you hadn't done.

I didn't know what to say, all I could think to do was gather you in my arms and so I did. When you hugged me back, I realised how easily I could have missed that opportunity. This is the only moment we have!