For 25 Christmases, The Same Silent Stranger Appeared Outside Our House At Exactly The Same Time. He Never Spoke, Never Left A Note, And Every Year My Parents Called The Police In Panic. When I Turned 15, I Finally Stepped Outside And Asked, “Why Do You Keep Coming Back?” He Looked Straight At Me… And Burst Into Tears.
what I do now. I help people try. I give them the chance David Mitchell never had.
Some nights, when I cannot sleep, I go through his journals again. I read his words, feel his presence, imagine what he would say if he could see me now. I think he would be proud. I think he would be glad his suffering led to something good.
