I cannot recall just how it came about, but I had befriended a man who led a troubled life. He never accounted himself worthy, only barely got by. Then, one day, the particulars lost to time, the man saw a child standing before him. And the child spoke to the man. Wise words, so the man told me, simple words, each word manifestly true. The child turned and was gone, but the words were all that was required to lift the man from the nothingness of his doldrums into a new way of being. He never saw the child again.