When I Was Four, My Mother Left Me Alone in a Church—Twenty Years Later She Returned Crying, “We Need You”

Would I donate because I feared living with guilt if she died?

That answer was harder.

Partly.

Honesty mattered.

Dr.

Reed did not reject me for having complicated motives.

Human beings rarely act from one perfectly pure motive.

She wanted to know whether underneath everything there was a free yes.