I was searching through a drawer the other day, trying to find someone's lost address, and found a cache of paper stubs bundled up with a rubber band. The top scrap was yellow with age. Written on it in a neat, matter-of-fact cursive was a  message:


                          Call me if you need an ear or a place to stay.



The note was unsigned and undated.

Several days later I'm still wondering who wrote that note and what was happening to me that was so dreadful I might need an ear or a  place to stay.