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I'll call him Carl -- not his real name.
I promised my new friend I wouldn't share his name or his address.
He called and left a message for me at the Villa Terraza Restaurant last Thursday evening when I was there telling stories to people -- stories about the place that had once been the Old Vienna Gardens.
When I returned his call on Friday, he started telling me his problems.
Eventually, I asked him about the reason he left me a message. It had nothing to do with the book project we're doing or the storytelling session I had promoted on several Facebook group pages.
"I saw your Facebook page," he told me, "and read that you have PTSD and ADHD, and I thought maybe you could help me."
It took him about an hour to tell me his situation. It was like no story I'd ever heard.
Most importantly, I learned that a very shy man with very serious problems had decided to trust me, a stranger, and that I might be one of the only people who could learn the whole story.
I thought he was right.
I promised my new friend I wouldn't share his name or his address.
He called and left a message for me at the Villa Terraza Restaurant last Thursday evening when I was there telling stories to people -- stories about the place that had once been the Old Vienna Gardens.
When I returned his call on Friday, he started telling me his problems.
Eventually, I asked him about the reason he left me a message. It had nothing to do with the book project we're doing or the storytelling session I had promoted on several Facebook group pages.
"I saw your Facebook page," he told me, "and read that you have PTSD and ADHD, and I thought maybe you could help me."
It took him about an hour to tell me his situation. It was like no story I'd ever heard.
Most importantly, I learned that a very shy man with very serious problems had decided to trust me, a stranger, and that I might be one of the only people who could learn the whole story.
I thought he was right.
