"We Are Not Alone"

“Truthfully, I spend very little time in church, but I’m beginning to wonder whether God has destined us to meet?” Michael acknowledged, as his voice trailed off with overexcitement.
“Michael . . . Please tell me what’s on your mind,” Sara said gently.
“My father Doctor John Price is the leading authority in the world regarding the research of Alzheimer’s disease and the fabrication and administering of the newest medications.” As he spoke his larynx trembled from trepidation, which forced his words to sound broken up—indistinct.

John Price took the phone from his son, and glared at him with a mocking—humorous, facial expression, as he brought his hands up to and around his neck, giving Michael the choke sign.

“Sara, I am Doctor John Price. Michael has told me everything about your husband. It saddened me terribly. Time is of the essence! We’ve had a tremendous breakthrough! That is why we want to meet you, along with your daughter and your husband at the nearest hospital! You see . . .”

“Excuse me Doctor, but at this point my husband is far beyond help. He is dieing and frankly I don’t think it is a good idea to give people false hope,” she said, as her voice began to crack in despair.
“Sara, listen carefully. This breakthrough can reverse the process and regenerate the neurons that are moderately dysfunctional. Besides, even if you don’t think that it will