He sat hunched against the wall in my office, sweatshirt pulled up to cover his face. He'd been in more or less the same position for hours now. I wondered what to do. He didn't want to talk to me and tell me what was wrong, he wouldn't eat lunch, he wouldn't write how he felt, he wouldn't even shake his head to respond to yes or no questions. Nothing I could say or do would convince him to let down his guard.
My heart ached. What do you do when a child won't let you help them? How do you break through walls of silence? How do you mediate when you don't even know what the problem is?
And so, powerless to change anything, I prayed to the only one who knows the heart of silence, the one for whom nothing is impossible.
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