Richard had been meditating on the living floor for over half an hour when Nancy slowly descended from the second floor. While still a good distance away from him, in a voice that was little more than a whisper, she asked him if he was alright.
Richard looked up and noticed her for the first time. “I’m okay,” he replied sadly. “I’m sorry about earlier. I know that I need to get help but every time I feel like I am ready to seek help, I talk myself out of it.”
Looking at this young girl, Richard felt absolutely guilty. She was as timid as a mouse; as shy as a doe – and he had hurt her. When he was younger, so many little girls like her had loved him. Now though, he was different. He didn’t know why that was, but he knew that it was true.
“Come sit with me,” he said. “I won’t hurt you.”
