Clarity In The Chaos by Andrea E. (c) 2021
Clarity In The Chaos The wind was blowing particularly hard the day I met Willard. He's a 17 year old from a broken home. It was my job to counsel “troubled” adolescents. I was a licensed social worker and I had a great percentage rate of clients who gradually showed mood improvement over time. That's why I had hope for Willard when I first started with him. I had no idea how difficult the journey would be or how far I would go to help him. The first part of the day went by smoothly, nothing unusual at all. Four o'clock came around, almost the end of the day. But I had one more appointment, a new client. I glanced at the name. Willard Johnson. As I walked out to meet him, I had the strangest feeling of anxiety. I met with new clients before without any nervous butterflies. What made this time so different? I called Willard's name and noticed a boy with messy black hair--obviously dyed-- piercing blue eyes, and a silver lip ring. He got up from his seat and walked...