He Was Swept With A Sadness, A

I Had My Bully, And It Was Excruciating. Not Only The Bully, But The Intimidation I Felt.

He Was Intrigued By The Power Of Words, Not The Literary Words That Filled The Books In The Library But The Sharp, Staccato Words That Went Into The Writing Of News Stories. Words That Went For The Jugular. Active Verbs That Danced And Raced On The Page.

Archie Became Absolutely Still, Afraid That The Rapid Beating Of His Heart Might Betray His Sudden Knowledge, The Proof Of What He'd Always Suspected, Not Only Of Brother Leon But Most Grownups, Most Adults: They Were Vulnerable, Running Scared, Open To Invasion.

That's What Archie Did - Built A House Nobody Could Anticipate A Need For, Except Himself, A House That Was Invisible To Everyone Else.

There Are Moments That Stop The Heart, That Catch The Breath, That Halt The Beat Of Blood In Your Veins, And You Are Suspended In Time, Held Between Life And Death, And You Wait For Something To Bring You Back Again.