I see one of my counselors, his name's doctor B. he's smiling, waiting to greet me warmly and shake my hand. Later, he takes me up to his rented room in the lonely building, where it smells strongly of wood and paint. Right away, I ask him how he's doing, but he quickly shifts the attention to myself. "well thanks," I say, "I'm a confused soul." Now, it's Saturday, and my family doctor is patting me on the back and giving me a hug, trying to get a feel for how I'm doing and what's going on with me. He takes out a notepad and scribbles his cell phone number, "Here, take this, I'll listen," he says, "Sometimes you need someone else to talk to other than your parents." Well, blimey, they all seem to want me to do well! And then there's Dr. Q, recording a message for his secretary to type and send in a white, sealed envelope to my school principal. oh, it's just one moment in time, but I was forever stuck in the moment. The mental health techs, the nurses, the psychiatrists, the therapists.. They're all there, smiling, helping number 1204 and number 1683. They're young winners, all of them, forever seizing that one moment in time. Ain't no shame in me or them. Cuz we're still going, and we're there watching. Always, we go far. far into the moment. My, my, It was but one moment in time. During the nights, I'm facing you, and there ain't no shame in lovin' you.