Seon wrote:"Wow, calm down!" Ernest said, rushing out of his chair. "Sorry," he muttered to the passing barmaid.
The man is watching you carefully, shaking. He is constantly scratching his hands and arms as if he's tormented by insect bites.
"God?!? Where was God thet night?"
Seon wrote:"Now listen to me," Ernest said to the man. "Listen to me, I said listen to me.... I SAID LISTEN! Thank you. Now I understand that you are afraid... but look around you, man. You aren't on that ship anymore. You are far from cold and dark Antarctica and instead on the warmest and the brightest piece of land in the entire world. You are safe here, alright?"
"You know, I think it's interesting," Ernest mused. "How likely do you think is for a guy like you, who have heard a horrd thing on the Antarctic Sea, to just happen to meet me going to the same place? A mere coincedence? A mere mathematical inevitability? No, no, no. I don't think it works like that. See, I think it was Fate. Ernest smiled at the man. You could call it... an act of God itself...
He shook his head vigorously, side to side. "No sir! No God wouldn'a let Gabe die like thet."
"I didn' just hear Gabe die,"
Seon wrote:See, I think you are carrying a baggage. Not a physical one, of course. Duh. You heard... or perhaps even saw... something horrible on the ship that night... and all this time, you have kept it to yourself! Now it has rotted inside you... you can't simply leave it behind! You can't simply drown it out with lots of liquor or forget about it with time. It just doesn't work like that.
Here's what I think you have to do instead... start from the beggining again. Tell me the story in its full until the end... and don't ever stop while doing so! Share your baggage with me... bring it out... bring it all out of yourself and dump it all on to me instead. Let me take on your burden from now... God wills it so. If he didn't want your burden to be removed? Why would you have been in this bar at the same moment when I got the news? Why would you have tried to get my attention? Why would I have listened?
Sure, maybe you tried to do it on some other people. Maybe they laughed at you. Maybe they thought you were crazy. Hell, some people would have thought that you killed Gabe yourself! But you know what? I believe you all the way, man. So have courage, old man. Tell me the whole story... Tell me what you heard...[/color]
the man said. He opened and closed his mouth, but said nothing right away. He sniffed and rubbed at his eyes. In a half-sob, he choked out the words, "I got t'the door, n' I stopped. Gabe was yellin' 'No! No! No!' N' I turned aroun'."
His eyes flitted to the window and he began to edge towards it.
Job. (the tortured one)