Harsh Truths

Shane

Rune didn’t raise her voice or hurl unfair accusations at me, and I was grateful her reaction to my idea had gone better than I’d expected.

Just the same, the flat tone as she’d delivered her inquiries had wormed its way deep, and I couldn’t wholly refute her snap judgment.

She didn’t know much about my past, so it was easy for her to see the nice clothes, fast car, and luxury apartment I had in the wrong light, and I couldn’t blame her for the upset she’d tried to smother at my proposal.

I’d seen how passionate she was about the center, and it was part of the reason I’d made up my mind. Yet, an even larger piece of me desired to do some good for kids who might be going through tough situations at home, well aware of how dire a need that could be for some.

So, no, I didn’t know how this particular rec center served the community, but I was familiar with the positives it could create within our youth from my experience on the other side of the fence.

Moreover, her reaction o