If you haven’t read my post about Roger, you can do so here. Roger has been on my mind a lot since the interchange we had with him. One of the questions I ask myself is: why did he feel safe and compelled to share his life tragedies with us, total strangers, while sitting in a waiting room at the optometrist’s office? Here’s where my thinking has taken me.
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