But for the first time in my life I really understood what it meant to embarrass myself.
I went to the little apartment that Eleanor had rented for me.
The rooms were small.
The walls were simple.
The furniture was old.
But that apartment was the first place in many years where I could sleep without fear.
On Monday I started working on the job that Eleanor had gotten for me.
It was hard.
At first I wanted to abandon it.
I wanted to disappear and return to the same habits that had already destroyed my life once.But every time I thought about surrendering, I remembered Eleanor’s letter.
It’s been many years since.
I’m not rich.
But I’m no longer the man who expected another person to die so I could start living.
Now, once a week, I volunteer at the charity
