” He ran his finger through his hair, just above the ear. I reached out. He tilted his head away and guided my fingers to a raised spot above his ea....I was surprised at how his touches made me feel. His fingers were warm and gentle, moving my fingers through his hair. It took me a second to snap out of it.“You want me to get you some ice?” I asked.“Naaah,” he exhaled.“Could you have a concussion?” I asked.He just looked up at me, standing over him. The light from the hallway was silhouetting my. When I got the call it was both Susan's and my idea that he, or they, were having belated second thoughts about the protection I'd asked them for. So I was reasonably enthusiastic about going to see him.Traffic was down to a dull roar on a Saturday afternoon, and the parking lot at the Federal building was almost completely empty. But the building was open, Brodine had left my name with the guard at the front door, and I passed through the metal detector with no more than the usual hassle and. Started but Donovan asked, "Who are you?" Jean gulped and clenched the obviously scared Melissa's hand tighter while A.J. noticed her fear and patted her on the head, giving her a brief smile before scowling at the man in the robes. "Pardon me." The figure said, pulling back his hood and revealing his face. He was an elderly looking man with somewhat long white hair, at least what he had since he was nearly bald on top. The man had a large white mustache that drooped down past his chin on both. As I reflect in silence here at the coffee shop, with Sam across from me, it could have been that first day at school when she saw in me what I could and would become. Maybe I should take lessons in observation. She could teach them all day long. I learned lessons in school that day that would make me the man I am. A man who would be gentle, considerate and kind to most I met. That day was the beginning of my transformation.As we shuffled through the hall to our first period homeroom. I was.