Yesterday, a young man (sensitive, well educated, regular guy) came for counselling. After some "blah blah theory" we went out for "practicals". Something happened- interesting but really painful for the young man. I hope he is reading these lines. Names are not important- we are all same- under different labels- fearful and insecure. So, friend, please read this:
Were they laughing at his stutter? The surprise approach by a stranger? Or was it just a coincidence that the moment the stuttering guy walked away, they started cracking up? It was hard to tell, but also hard to brush off as nothing.
Francek didn’t flinch. (more)