“The deeper they got into it, the louder my head screamed, ‘OH? If only I, too, could be treated so well?’ So, I built up the courage and said to the two men, ‘What would it take to get the same treatment - how much would I have to pay to get the same done to me?’ The newly greased up man said to me, ‘Come sit over here; whatever you want.... You can have whatever you want to have.’ He spoke with certainty and authority; which of course, I had to listen. It didn't take long for the massaging beggar to start touching me! ‘Do you want oil in your hair,’ he asked, ‘Sure, why not I responded.’ Warm, thick fluid dripped over my crown. His soothing fingers ran through my hair. I found a taste of heaven; at last. Closing my eyes, I let him wick the stresses in my neck and shoulders. Amazed by this man's amazing pressure and compassionate hands that seemingly knew where every knot was and how to unwind each one.