ABSTRACT
It was midmorning when Fred asked if he could come into the office and talk. He sat down and stretched out his legs so that his feet could rest on the table in front of him. He sat there quietly for some time. After a while I asked him how he was doing. He looked at me rather quizzically and said, “Physically, I am doing well.” Then he took a shallow breath, paused, and declared, “But spiritually I’m not doing so well.” He spoke of the divorce proceedings that had just been completed; of separation from his young child; of alcoholism; and of being broke. He also said he had terminal cancer.
