In a desolate waiting room filled with security and harsh lighting, a woman stood alone, vulnerable and in tears, pleading for someone to hear her. A man in a suit, fueled by arrogance and a belief that he held total control, barked orders to have her removed immediately. His voice echoed off the sterile walls, demanding security intervene. But the atmosphere changed in a heartbeat when an elderly priest walked into the scene. He placed a gentle hand on the woman’s shoulder, looked the man in the eyes, and uttered a chilling reality: “I have known her longer than this place has existed.” The man, stunned by the weight of the statement, suddenly realized that the woman he had treated with such callous disregard was not someone to be crossed.
