"We Are Not Alone"

Michael was numb. He was sad to hear about the fate of Dr. Redman who he hoped to emulate. The opportunity of having him as a mentor would have been a dream come true and then there was Sara to think about . . .

“Sara sounds like such a wonderful, supportive woman,” Michael spoke out loud to himself. “She is so generous, especially at a time like this!” And while he held that thought, deep inside he wished that his own mother was capable of sharing those same qualities.

Michael Price sat back in his chair in a pensive mood, with his hands clasped behind his head for support.
And then he reasoned out loud to himself once again, “I don’t know if this is one of those moments when destiny seems to be calling! I sure as hell better get in touch with my dad and ASAP! All is not lost, not yet anyway!”


“It gives me great pleasure to speak before you today! Returning to Harvard University, my Alma mater brings back some very wonderful memories. Unfortunately, I can’t go into too much detail at this time about some of my most cherished memories, especially when I reminisce about our fraternity parties . . .”