In Truman Capote’s Other Voices, Other Rooms, the hero is about to walk along a heavy but rotting beam over a brooding Mercy Creek.  Starting over, stepping gingerly, he felt he would never reach the other side.  Always he would be balanced there, suspended between land and in the dark and alone.  Then feeling the board shake as Idabelle started across, he remembered that he had someone to be together with and he could go on.

Isn’t this our experience?  It certainly has been mine.  I shiver at the thought of having to go it alone.  I get chills when I consider where I might be if at the right time I’d not felt the board shake because someone was walking with me.

What about you?  Do you need someone to be together with?  Is there someone who needs you?