He's not there.

I checked again.  "He's not there," my thought reiterated.  I checked my
watch for the fifth time that minute and then rechecked my e-mail.  Sure
enough, no news and his office was filled by only his emptiness and longing.

He would have wanted someone to take his place.  He deserved a man of action,
of integrity.  I looked around.  No one presented himself.  No voices around
the corner; no footsteps at the door; no angel in my time of need; no one to
save me from the responsibility that loomed in front of me.  I rubbed my eyes
and stared back at my computer screen, but again no help.  I was alone and I
had to carry the burden on my own.

My mother's voice returned to me.  "Be strong; have faith in yourself."  But
she wasn't there either.  She had instilled me with a sense of duty and then
left me with only those words to help me fulfill it.   I looked at my own
hands, seemly too inconsequential to carry the load.

Then, as a man resigned to his fate, I picked up my keyboard and began to
write . . .



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