A hand had been extended in his direction.
And at the time, it felt like the world was reaching out for him.
Coming to deliver him from the hurt in his heart.
A hurt that needed the remedy of connection.
And the open palm in front of him seemed to hold the fragmented lines to his own unfinished sentences.
And when the two hands met, they told a story that could not be told alone.
A story of a rescue that took place on both ends.
Where both hands had come together, not knowing that they would be the help that the other needed.
Outstretched hands that bridged the gap between two souls.
Granting each safe passage.