I waited for him to get back in his wheelchair. At the door he asked why I was leaving. I just said that it was time for me to go, and that I didn't think I would be coming back. He just looked at me intently, begging. I didn't feel good about what I was doing. I felt like a selfish, spoiled, cruel person, but for the first time I felt like Andrew was using this feeling to his advantage.

I couldn't say that he deserved this treatment just because he had tried to take advantage of my kindness. It wasn't kindness – I had never really been that kind to him, even in the beginning – but maybe he was taking advantage of my guilt. I could never say that he deserved this, all of this from beginning to end. He's just adapted to his environment, like all of us do. I haven't been the same kind of Christian since.