Posted: 07/11/2014
I stayed with Gwen another couple of days. I was silent that night when I came back from the Galaxy. Right away, when I stepped inside her home, she saw the hatbox under my arm and asked what was inside. I didn’t answer, and she nervously asked about what I’d seen at the Galaxy. “I told you,” she said elatedly once I’d finished describing what had transpired, the incredible scene I’d witnessed at the drive-in. “You’ve had more of an impact than you thought. Your story matters to people – you matter. You’ve changed a lot of lives.”
Though at first I fought the urge to admit it, Gwen was right. She was also right in one other area: it’s time I got clear of all this. There’s nothing more I can do – there’s nothing more to do. Before that night I’d been writing this blog i
