In a world of pushing, shoving, striving to get ahead at all costs people; to those who knew him well, John Mann was a breath of fresh air.

The warmth and sun-drenched days of late summer, had been replaced by the cold, darkness of November, where the crisp chill served as a precursor to a winter that would long overstay its welcome once the holidays had past.

What if everyone's life was judged solely by the worst thing they'd ever done?