After receiving my letter in the mail, my father called. He had been in situations like mine before where someone had to be told something that a person like myself never wanted to divulge. Without  a doubt; if I had decided not to tell, regret would eat away at my mind, heart and soul.

A long conversation, and we each agreed that I had to go "hat in hand" back to Boston to see Samantha. Calling her on the phone to "talk thighs over; or through" just wouldn't do. I decided to make the trip within the next day or so.

Two other pressing issues were to begin to get familiar with the environment and schedule at Vermont Tech, and to find a part-time job. Much to my surprise, I was able to gain an interview at Bent Hill Brewery. They were actually looking currently for an associate brew master, and I had some of the skills and qualifications that they desired. After interviewing with them personally, they called an hour later and offered me the position. "There must be a God", I thought!

Also, in what seemed to be a "perfect storm", Vermont Tech had just finalized the curriculum for two new classes. One in Craft Brewing and the other in Craft Distillery. While I was at no point interested in making Moonshine or Whiskey, I decided that the theory alone would be worth its weight in gold to listen to and gain the instruction. The classes this time would be much more lab oriented, so I knew that I might have to not only pull some strings to get in, but would additionally make for excellent instruction to o hand-in-hand with my part-time position at the brewery.

There was four days before I would start at Bent Hill Brewery. I left early on a Wednesday morning for Boston. I awaited for Samantha as she would exit her class ending at 11:00AM just like last time. When she came down the stairs from the building, she saw me and initially turned and kept on walking. I pleaded to have her stop and chat with me for a bit. Reluctantly, she agreed.

As we sat on a bench near the quad, we talked for over three hours. She had even missed two classes in the interim that day, but I could feel us turning a corner. That day, we not only rectified our differences, but my apologies were accepted and I forgiven. Additionally, we forged a "formal" relationship, as this would have definitely stopped me in my tracks a week ago Monday.

Satisfied with the outcome, I stayed the nite as Samantha had invited me to. We talked about my new opportunities in Randolph; and once again, we were a strong team. Stronger than we had ever been!