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now the one person’s opinion that mattered to him was turned against him. Small tears formed at the corner’s of his eyes as he walked out the door.

As he came to stand next to his old mentor, he could barely stand to look into those eyes that he once lived to see shine at him. He knew they weren’t shining at him now, he knew they weren’t twinkling with pride for him now and his own heart was tearing itself apart with the pain of it all.

“I am sorry Father Russ.... I really am sorry.... I..... here... this is my card... please... don’t hate me father.... I couldn’t stand that if you hated me....”

Father Russ was at the point of tears. The soft words of Kevin almost touched off a flood of emotions and he didn’t know what to say. He reached out with a shaky hand to gather in the small business card and with his last ounce of inner strength he managed to raise his head to look up into the pale eyes of Kevin.

“I could never hate you Kevin....never in a million years.... I am an old man now my boy... old before my time I guess... forgive me for that, if you can....”

Russ took the card and slowly closed the door on his once protégé. His heart was aching and he walked carefully to the medicine cabinet in the bathroom where he mixed himself a tall glass of alka seltzer. The relief was instant for the burning pain in his throat, but the pain in his heart did not ease. Shuffling his feet, Father Russ returned to his bedroom and he proceeded to slowly and hesitantly get himself dressed.

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