Harry Wilson chugged up the hill to the office, stopping a few times to catch his breath. It was his initial therapy session, and he didn’t want to be late. Once he sat in the chair and began to talk, Dr. McElroy stopped him, “Harry, I can hear you panting. You’re not taking care of yourself.”
Those words startled Harry. She knew him for only five minutes, yet spoke the painful truth. Harry wasn’t taking care of his health. He’d minimized his malady for years, hoping that it would magically disappear.
Finally, someone cared enough about him to be honest.
Those words startled Harry. She knew him for only five minutes, yet spoke the painful truth. Harry wasn’t taking care of his health. He’d minimized his malady for years, hoping that it would magically disappear.
Finally, someone cared enough about him to be honest.
