"What is it that is truly bothering you? I feel like you are not telling me everything. If you could say anything you wanted to about your troubles what would it be?" Johann desperatly asked Arturo.
"This is a safe place. Noone will hurt you here. Remember, this is why I work here at night. I have all the time alone to work with my problems, and I do. You need to work through yours. You first have to accept who you are and what problems you have. Once you realize who YOU are and what YOU want you can move on from there." Johann pleaded.
"Why do you even care about me and my problems? It seems like you have enough of your own stuff to deal with without asking me about my problems." Arturo replied.
"You are correct Arturo. I do have many of my own problems to worry about, but if noone thought about anyone but themselves what kind of world would we be living in? We should all be here to help and protect each other. Where are we without one another?"
Arturo was still a little shocked. This was all new to him. Someone else in this world cared about what happend to him and how he led his life. He was having a little trouble wrapping his mind around this information. He turned to talk to Johann but he was gone about his business of sweeping and mopping.
Arturo truly felt confused. Here he was with his problems, running away from them once again, yet Johann, surviving all that he did in Germany, was trying to help him.
"Maybe there is hope for me," Arturo thought. "If this man wants to help me and is thinking about me, then why can't I think about myself? "
Arturo got up to walk out. He was headed home, most likely to start tomorrow with a new outlook.
"You come back and let me know what is going on in your life these days," Johann shouted.
"I'll be back," said Arturo.
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