ABSTRACT
I walked into the waiting room of my office suite and saw a man of about 50 years of age busily pacing the room with his head drooped toward the floor, who appeared extremely preoccupied. His face was pale and his baggy trousers and mismatched jacket that had several stains on it gave me the instant and strong impression that this man was quite depressed. I greeted him saying, "Hi, I'm Dr. Strean." In a low and expressionless voice, he meekly, almost apologetically, responded, "Hello, I'm Mr. Green."
