My cast had just come off and I was looking for something to do. My friend, Jimmy Perry, told me about auditions for a show called As Bees In Honey Drown at a theatre he’d been working at since high school, Langhorne Players. Eager for the opportunity, I decided to go and read for director Rich Stockwell, but perhaps I was a little too eager. After having read a few times I was called up to read again, but this time as I leapt up onto the stage, I tripped and on the way down I held out my arm to break the fall. The very same arm I had broken just a few months earlier. Not yet fully healed, I could feel it snap as I collapsed onto the stage. Rich, sensing something was wrong, jumped out of his seat in the house. “Oh my god, are you okay?” he asked. “No,” I said, “I think I re-broke my arm!” He didn’t tell me until later that he was thinking, “Re-broke? What does he mean, ‘re-broke’? Is he going to sue the theatre?” An ambulance was called, and as they carried me out on a stretcher, I called out, “So did I get the part?” I found out soon enough that I did, and though Rich has always denied it, I can never be sure if I wasn’t cast just to prevent a lawsuit.In any case, that began a decade-plus long relationship with the theatre I consider my artistic home. I have been fortunate enough to have appeared onstage at least once in every season since, and performed in some of the most challenging and rewarding roles of my career here. In recent years, I have begun directing shows as well, something equally as rewarding as acting in them. But perhaps what I am most grateful for are the friends I’ve made here at the Mill. Lifelong friends bound together by our mutual love of this incredible art form that has enriched all of our lives and hopefully, if we are very lucky, the lives of our audience members, too.