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the　same　questions　as　before；　“How　are　you　doing？　Are　you　okay？”　To　which　he　again　replied；　“Yeah；　I’m　all　right。　I　just　don’t　really　get　into　this　stuff。”　As　I　left　the　cafeteria；　I　realized　this　was　going　to　take　more　time　and　effort　than　I　had　thought—if　it　was　even　possible　to　get　through　to　him　at　all。

That　evening　at　our　nightly　staff　meeting；　I　made　my　concerns　about　him　known。　I　explained　to　my　fellow　staff　members　my　impression　of　him　and　asked　them　to　pay　special　attention　and　spend　time　with　him　when　they　could。

The　days　I　spend　at　camp　each　year　fly　by　faster　than　any　others　I　have　known。　Thus；　before　I　knew　it；　mid…week　had　dissolved　into　the　final　night　of　camp；　and　I　was　chaperoning　the“last　dance。”　The　students　were　doing　all　they　could　to　savor　every　last　moment　with　their　new　“best　friends”—friends　they　would　probably　never　see　again。

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As　I　watched　the　campers　share　their　parting　moments；　I　suddenly　saw　what　would　be　one　of　the　most　vivid　memories　of　my　life。　The　boy　from　under　the　tree；　who　had　stared　blankly　out　the　kitchen　window；　was　now　a　shirtless　dancing　wonder。　He　owned　the　dance　floor　as　he　and　two　girls　proceeded　to　cut　a　rug。　I　watched　as　he　shared　meaningful；　intimate　time　with　people　at　whom　he　couldn’t　even　look　just　days　earlier。　I　couldn’t　believe　it　was　the　same　person。

In　October　of　my　sophomore　year；　a　late…night　phone　call　pulled　me　away　from　my　chemistry　book。　A　soft…spoken；　unfamiliar　voice　asked　politely；　“Is　Kevin　there？”

“You’re　talking　to　him；　who’s　this？”

“This　is　Tom　Johnson’s　mom。　Do　you　remember　Tommy　from　leadership　camp？”

The　boy　under　the　tree。　How　could　I　not　remember？

“Yes；　I　do；”　I　said。　“He’s　a　very　nice　young　man。　How　is　he？”

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