That’s the sentence. That’s the whole story in one sentence and I have not gotten past it in five years.
He sat alone in a pew with his hands clenched in his lap for eleven minutes, scared out of his mind that he was going to make the worst day of our lives worse.
And I sat fifteen feet in front of him deciding whether to signal the funeral director.
I stood up.
Daniel looked up at me — and I know what he thought, because he told me that night, he thought I was going up there to end it.
And I walked up that aisle.
He Froze. And for About One Second I Think He Believed I Was Coming to Take Him Away From the Microphone.
I watched it happen on his face. He actually took half a step back from the podium.
And then I put my arms around him.
