I Used His Post to Expose the Real Problem
Sam scanned the room like he was looking for the punchline.
“Okay,” he said. “Very funny. What is this supposed to be?”
I stepped forward, calm on the outside, shaking on the inside.
“I asked everyone here because I’m worried about you, Sam.”
He frowned. “Worried about me? Why?”
I led him to a chair positioned in the center of the room, facing the TV.
Then I stood beside the screen and faced the group.
“Thank you all for coming tonight to support Sam,” I said.
“This might be uncomfortable, but please remember this evening isn’t about me. It’s about helping him.”
Sam barked a laugh. “You can’t be serious.”
