A Short Story (allegory) Con't.
Con’t - Tuesday rolled around…. she appeared at my office right on time and we began our first session. I was humbled and awed by the story she unfolded. I could feel my own story vibrating in sympathetic harmonic. My professional vows prevent me from sharing any more detail, but suffice it to say that her childhood was anything but easy. She spun out a story of worries that captured my rapt attention until my beeper sounded the end of the session. Usually, my approach means I just listen and... Sign in to see full entry.