That part of us which seems to know,which seems to be so silent and serene, that God-part placed there by our Creator is ever so loving, ever so kind and always our conscience and our guide. Somehow,I felt safe and sure of my world at this moment. I wasn’t afraid of sequences of events or even consequences. I was just grateful that a whole New World was opening up for me as fast as it was.

Returning home, the first thing I heard was the phone ringing. These days, I’m reluctant to answer it, much preferring to let the children do so. It’s not that I dislike phones. There’s a much simpler reason. Whenever I answer the phone, it usually is for one of the children, generally the child at the farthest corner of the house. There is a strange game the children play. Each one waits for the other to answer the call and, of course, it’s never for the one who answers.

This time it was for me. Jonathan handed me the receiver.

“Hello,” I said.

“Hi, John,” said the voice on the other end. “I’m sorry to bother you at home, but a mutual friend gave me your number and said I should call you. My name is Karman, James Karman. Do you have a moment?”

“Why, sure,” I responded. “I guess so.”

“Could you help me? My friend said that you’re always willing to help. You see, my son lost his job a few months ago. He’s so depressed and it breaks my heart to see him suffering like this. He has a wife and two children. He’s been seeking new employment, but with no success. Is there anything you can suggest that would help?” The desperation in his voice was obvious. But why did he call me? I had no way of helping this man or his son. The pain and hopelessness in his voice reminded me of the time I stood by my own wife’s bed, powerless to help her in her pain. Perhaps “hell” is watching a loved one suffer without being able to lift a finger to help.

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