Tom is mentally ill, he said so. He was aggressive and interested. He was open and inquisitive. He probably had a lot of pain in his past, present. His future was uncertain.
He wanted to know about his medicines.
He wanted to know why he wasn't getting better.
He wanted to connect with someone who could negotiate the future.
He probably would reject such a person because they would abandon him in frustration... just like so many before.
He asked for my phone number so we could talk. I refused and referred him back to the "proper authorities".
Did I break any of man's laws? No.
Did I break any holy laws? Yes.
Tom was clearly "lost" and in need of a guide. He was asking for help. A different kind of help than the agency could offer. But would he get it?
Unfortunately, not from me. I can pray for him, but I cannot be his mentor due to time and distance. But I can pray for Tom. That the peace of God, which transcends all understanding, would descend upon his soul and bring life to his tortured soul, and mind.
