This Christmas gave me two small moments I didn’t expect — and I haven’t stopped thinking about them since. Neither was dramatic. Neither fixed anything. But both felt like gentle reminders at a time when life has been asking a lot. The first happened in passing. I met someone who mentioned they were from Broomall, Pennsylvania — the place I lived during the first five years of my life. Not where I grew up in the usual sense, but where my story quietly began. And for a second, it stopped me....