an unlikely pilgrimage

“Don’t you ever get scared? All on your own?”
“At first I did. But I am used to it now. I know what to expect.”
The social worker’s shoulders rose and dropped. He said, “But what about other people? The sort I deal with? What will happen when you come across one of them?”
Harold thought of the people he had already met and passed. Their stories had surprised and moved him, and none had left him untouched. Already the world had more people in it for whom he cared.

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