“Roy, you know I’d do anything to help. I am here now because your mother called me and told me all about what happened. Devastating. It’s just devastating. I never would have suspected, but I guess that’s sort of the point.”
“They say God never gives us more than we can bear. Not sure either one of us would agree with that one, eh? The burden is on us, day after day, in this world. I hoped seeing a friendly face might somehow help. It’s really tough to know what to say. I’m sorry.”
“I remember when we were like eight or nine and that older kid popped me in the eye. You didn’t hesitate to jump on him and scratch his face all up. He pounded on you, but we made it out. You always stood up for me. Even when I made new friends and we didn’t speak much.”
“ I hope you can tell that I am here for you now. Can you hear me over the respirator, over all these machines? Don’t give up, Roy.”
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