The Last Speaker

The last speaker of the morning walked gracefully, with conviction to the podium. His topic was abuse of young children. He was the keynote speaker of the day.

I glanced at the man sitting next to me. I knew him from my twelve-step program, a nice man, quiet, very troubled. Tears were streaming down his cheeks as the presenter spoke the awful truth about the sexual abuse of the very young.

I saw the man was trying hard to hold his emotions back. His face was flushed, his chest heaved, he was visibly shaking.

Although I didn’t know him well, I decided to do something to reduce his distress.

Reaching into my handbag, I found a pack of facial tissues. Taking his hand, I pulled it toward me while offering the tissues. He held my hand firmly and whispered to me, “please don’t let go of me.”

It was then I realized a powerful energy emanated from his body. The energy passed into my hand. I never experienced anything like that before. I was immediately aroused. It was unsettling.

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D.H.Werrett