Amnesia

So, D works one day a week with the homeless and mentally ill who are poor.  


The other day, he met C.  When C was a boy he was beaten up by a gang and suffered amnesia.  Daddy was an alcoholic and Mama was working to support everyone.  No one noticed much when C. didn't make it home at night.  And sometimes on those nights he'd get beaten up again.  The kids on the school bus would make him get off before his stop, knowing that he'd not be able to find his way home.


Here's the good news:  D was the first person to ever ask C about his situation.  C is 57 and had never ever talked to anyone about why he never goes out, and what he does all day and WHY.  No one ever asked him...in all those years. 


C cried and cried with D, he was so grateful to be able to talk about it.


C stays inside and prays all day.  He says he's not lonely because he's always with his Father.  He wants to move away from this city to another where he thinks he'll be treated better.  This too he had never told anyone.


If he doesn't move, he'll be back to talk with D some more.  And that's Good News too.