Sure, I can help people. I've learned that over the few weeks that I've lived in Haven.
First, of course, the people who are what many call "hopeless cases". I know that they aren't, though. Everyone can be helped and these are the people who deserve it the most.
I've found something that I'm good at. It may seem strange, but I think I've finally found a place where I belong. Haven, a town in Maine, full of strange occurrences and problems. I guess that says a lot about me, doesn't it?
Along with the weird, there's these two guys I met when I first came here. Nathan Wournos and Duke Crocker. I guess you could call them my friends, in a strange sort of way.
I've fixed them too.
I could see it when they sat outside the Duke's restaurant playing poker with counterfeit money. It was their celebration after catching a few criminals, Nathan tells me.
I'm seeing more and more of their friendship showing through. It's obvious that they were friends at one point. What had happened that was so terrible to completely split them up?
But it seems like everything's pretty good with them, know, at least I hope. Maybe I was the cause of it. The more I think of it, everything seems to have worked out on its own. Guess I'll never know.
Then I think of myself and how I wonder if anyone's ever going to fix me. When I took off my sock and looked at the bottom of my foot, I realized how messed up my life really is. Am I my mother? None of it makes sense. Sometime I think that no matter how many time I fix others, no one will ever be able to fix me. Not Duke. Not even Nathan.
It's strange how the more you help others the more help you need yourself.