As silly as it sounds, there was a time in my life when my shadow became a kind of guardian angel, a surprising friend in what can sometimes be the loneliest of places: New York City. I was a young 20-something working hard to build my career in public relations. Dressed as fashionably as my budget allowed, I'd swing a leather tote and click my cheap heels, admiring the long shadow cast and the way the sunlight warmed me.
My "shadow friend" remained by my side, joining me in corporate meeting rooms and later on humanitarian trips with UNICEF to El Salvador, Haiti, Sarajevo and elsewhere. It escorted me to social outings with old and new friends, and it was right there when I married a boy named Brett from a neighbori...
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