"Rhonda, what's wrong? Why are your eyes so red? Have you been crying?" Mom, Martin, I wanted to tell both of you at the same time. There's somethin... I need you to know, and I need assurance that you won't overreact, and that you won't get angry. Please don't do that to me right now." Okay," Martin responded first. My mother was more tentative. "I can't say I won't get angry until I hear what you have to say." I began to cry. "Tell me, Rhonda! What's wrong?"I can't until you promise not. At that very thought my eyes are drawn to a figure on the trail below me. I blink a few times as I’m not sure what it is. Is it a shadow playing with my mind? Is it a raindrop caught in my eye? My senses rush as I see it come closer to me. It is walking, yet floating. It has appeared out of the wooded shadows. It comes slowly towards me. It becomes clear, “It” is a beautiful woman. She draws nearer. She is naked . Her golden hair is ringed with flowers. A simple leather necklace hangs. ”“It’s going to take some time to slow down,” Phil decided. “Out there, it’s go, go, go from the time I get up until the time I go to bed. There are meetings, decisions. I have someone pulling at me every minute of every hour. I guess maybe I just need the same thing you guys do. I need someone to let me formulate my arguments. I need someone to show me that I’m important on a personal level. I need someone to listen to me while I figure out things for myself. You guys listened to me as often. You might see about a belt sander attachment, or a separate PTO powered sander. Also, you will need a post hammer — you know a 3-inch by 3-foot section of pipe with a rebar handle on opposite sides. The best types are ones where the top 4-inches of pipe are filled with concrete or steel. They make setting posts much easier. Here is your dad.’‘Hello son, I want to say I’m sorry for the way I treated you when you were growing up, I don’t know why I acted the way I did; but maybe it was so you.