When I hit a block in my writing it always helps if I go outside and walk it off. I put on my sweatshirt, walk down the two flights of steps from my apartment and out into the air. It's an amazing feeling and I'm able to clear my head so when I return, I can write a bit more. I did that tonight. While I was walking back home I walked past this very heavy set man. I looked back and when I saw his face, his gray feathery hair that style hasn't been changed since maybe the 50's and mustache I froze. Begging my feet to carry me a little further, I walked into the fence of the schoolyard I live in front of and my mind was racing. All of a sudden, a surge of energy came over me, my heart was pounding out of my chest and I walked back. Surely enough, he was still there.
ari: Hi, is your name George?
man: Yes...Who are you?
ari: Yeah, well I doubt you'd recognize me now. (and then I told him my first and last name)
man: Oh my, yes I remember you. I saw that your mother was back in town after so long, I saw her a few nights ago.
ari: Yeah, I heard she was back...But I haven't seen her in a long, long time.
man (obviously starting to get nervous) Well that's a shame.
ari: No, not really. In fact, I haven't seen her since she lost visitation rights. Gee, wonder how that happened... Anyway, I see you're doing pretty well.
-- and then his wife comes out, with their dog --
The man looks over and a wave of panic seems to set on his face.
ari: Hey listen, can I talk to you for a second, maybe alone?
man: No, I don't think so. I should really be going anyway.
ari: Oh don't worry, what I have to say won't take that long anyway. I just wanted to say thank you.
man: Thank you?
ari: Yes, thank you. Thank you for every incredibly horrible, tormenting and downright bizarre thing you ever did to me. I am so happy that you never got to have children of your own. It's a shame that it was so long ago, in fact I just turned 20, so it has been 10 years that I have lived with this and did not have the courage to report you when I had the chance, because if I had you would have been coming to my door telling me what kind of person you were. That is, if you were out of prison by this time or hell, still alive, so I would have been informed much earlier that you were living by me.
The man puts his head down, opens his mouth to say something, yet nothing comes out.
ari: (looking at his wife, who is standing there completely dumbfounded -- Hey, I asked to speak to him alone, right?) Have a nice night.
And then I walked away.
I cannot describe how I feel right now. Every part of my body feels like it's battling a surge of energy. I feel alive and thinking about all of this, I know I'm okay now. Hey, maybe (because sadly, there are very many) the other men will turn up around here in time. I doubt any of them had the opportunity to leave this place, they'll most likely all rot here. If I feel this good about this one encounter, how would I feel if I ran across my mother? I doubt I wouldn't even know what to say.
ari: Hi, is your name George?
man: Yes...Who are you?
ari: Yeah, well I doubt you'd recognize me now. (and then I told him my first and last name)
man: Oh my, yes I remember you. I saw that your mother was back in town after so long, I saw her a few nights ago.
ari: Yeah, I heard she was back...But I haven't seen her in a long, long time.
man (obviously starting to get nervous) Well that's a shame.
ari: No, not really. In fact, I haven't seen her since she lost visitation rights. Gee, wonder how that happened... Anyway, I see you're doing pretty well.
-- and then his wife comes out, with their dog --
The man looks over and a wave of panic seems to set on his face.
ari: Hey listen, can I talk to you for a second, maybe alone?
man: No, I don't think so. I should really be going anyway.
ari: Oh don't worry, what I have to say won't take that long anyway. I just wanted to say thank you.
man: Thank you?
ari: Yes, thank you. Thank you for every incredibly horrible, tormenting and downright bizarre thing you ever did to me. I am so happy that you never got to have children of your own. It's a shame that it was so long ago, in fact I just turned 20, so it has been 10 years that I have lived with this and did not have the courage to report you when I had the chance, because if I had you would have been coming to my door telling me what kind of person you were. That is, if you were out of prison by this time or hell, still alive, so I would have been informed much earlier that you were living by me.
The man puts his head down, opens his mouth to say something, yet nothing comes out.
ari: (looking at his wife, who is standing there completely dumbfounded -- Hey, I asked to speak to him alone, right?) Have a nice night.
And then I walked away.
I cannot describe how I feel right now. Every part of my body feels like it's battling a surge of energy. I feel alive and thinking about all of this, I know I'm okay now. Hey, maybe (because sadly, there are very many) the other men will turn up around here in time. I doubt any of them had the opportunity to leave this place, they'll most likely all rot here. If I feel this good about this one encounter, how would I feel if I ran across my mother? I doubt I wouldn't even know what to say.
I dont think you stronger or weaker than any person who has to deal with this - I simply believe you should tell your story and I say this without wows or cudos, because I do not believe they are necessary in this scenario. WRITE IT OUT ARI! 
