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We met two years ago in Civic Park in Walnut Creek. There seemed to be an almost immediate rapport between us. You seemed to know me, the person that I am---a warm and friendly, comfortably communicative, older man with a sense of humor, a quick smile, and a zest for life. I am old enough to be your father, but I don't like to think of myself as a father figure. I would much prefer to be seen as an older brother. Maybe I've always wanted a younger sister, I don't know. Anyway, we began to spend some time together. Not a whole lot, maybe about 2-3 times a month. You had your own life and your own friends and so did I. It seemed that you had lost your way a little bit and might need a person to talk to outside your family and current circle of friends. You seemed to think that your current circle of friends were holding you back, keeping you from pursuing your dreams and moving on to a better, happier life. I've always been a walker and for me walking together is one of the best ways to communicate. And so we walked. We walked together on the Iron Horse Trail, Shell Ridge, all around Briones Open Space, and the hills above Port Costa. Remember when we walked across the Golden Gate Bridge and the great conversation we had over lunch in Sausalito? I think you see me as a really good friend, a friend you can trust, a supportive and non-judgmental friend, a friend who always has your best interest at heart. Whatever is good for you, that's what I wanted to be... mentor, life coach, confidante, muse, jester. And what have you been for me?... a person to care about, a young person that I can help in life. This is my problem, I think. I'm a person with lot of love to give, but no one to give it too.
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