Cross Roads

by William Paul Young

Transformation without work and pain, without suffering, without a sense of loss is just an illusion of true change.”

Relationship is at the very heart of who I am.”

His brokenness is just more obvious than yours. He wears it on the outside for all to see, while you have kept yours all locked away and hidden as best you know how. Cabby has internal sensitivities and receptors that are significantly more developed than yours. He can see things that you are blind to, can pick up on the good and the danger in people quicker than you, and his perception is much keener.

you think scumbag, I think lost sheep, lost coin, lost son, or”—she nodded toward him—“lost grandson.”