‘‘All Things Are Possible’’

Woolwich Township, New Jersey

“Hello, may I speak to Tonya May?”

I didn’t recognize the voice on the phone. Must be a telemarketer. They even used my maiden name, and I’d been married for more than a decade.

“Tonya, this is Jen Haas from Highland High School.”

I thought for a second, then remembered. Jen and I had been members of our school’s chorale more than 20 years earlier.

Jen went on, “I don’t know if you remember me, but recently I was diagnosed with ALS. I have three to five-years to live. I’m reaching out to people I need to make things right with before I die. I feel terrible about what happened between us.”

Before I could respond, Jen hurried through the memory of a time when she had