“I know it’s simplistic,” she said.

“Yes,” I thought, “It sure is. How can it be so simple?”

“Just receive love,” she continued.

I was desperate. I would always ride the bus to work, get off at the same stop, and walk to work with a gentleman named Ronnie. Then one day, I witness him run onto the bus, groan, and fall over dead of a heart attack. I was traumatized. The dark scene of his death replayed over and over in the screen of my mind, and I couldn’t stop it.

“Just receive love,” she repeated. Her hand was on my back. I felt warm and comfort flow over my head, down my shoulders and back.