Today, I listened to a new friend at a bowling alley and he listened to me. Unlike the people who were kind to me in the Marietta, GA bowling alley in April of 2010, I might actually see this new friend again.
He talked to me like a nephew might speak to an aunt. He told me his mom texted him a very short message every day for a year even though he didn't want her to, but eventually her persistence helped them to reconnect as mother and son after years of being disconnected.
He suggested I try to do what his mom did and I will try what he suggested, not expecting a favorable response but hoping for an eventual gracious response.
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