good has to be coming my way, he thought. It can’t con-
tinue like this or else I’m done. “My life wasn’t always
like this!” he shouted to the stars. “I was a young go-get-
ter once. Everyone talked about my great potential. I was
a rising star in my company. My future was bright. I
squeezed the juice out of life. Now I can’t even get my
hands on a piece of fruit. I can’t take this anymore!” he
yelled. “Please help me!” he shouted as he looked up to
the moonlit sky.
The air was silent and George heard nothing except
the sound of his own breath. He was waiting for some-
thing. A word, a sound, a bolt of lightning. He wasn’t
sure what but something.
13
The Long Walk Home