I wondered about Mr. Rolls today so I looked him up and I am sorry to hear of his passing. He was a great friend of my Dad - Robert Samuels - who respected him tremendously. Harold and I never quite connected until I was about 20 years old (I'm 63 now) when he was at my house for a wedding of his daughter. I had a question/decision that I intuitively thought only Harold would have the answer but I hesitated because I didn't want to bother him on such a meaningful day for him. But it meant a lot to me so I asked him if I could have a minute of his time. For the first time in my life he gave me strong eye contact, knew I wanted only him to help me and he said, "Sure Charlie, just a minute." I walked away from the crowd on the patio and waited patiently. He soon walked over to me and insisted we go farther into the back yard, away from the crowd on the patio but still in sight of them. "Here's a good place to sit down" I think he said. We sat down on the ground near the hammock hung between two trees where I had tons of fun during my youth. I was surprised, flattered and relieved that he was giving me 100% of his undivided attention/consideration to me - he sensed it needed that. I told him that I had an unusual experience and that I'm trying to decide if I should do it again but I am a bit scared. He said simply that you should carry through with it again if you want. If you don't want to, then don't. Choose your want and what least bothers you -- fear not and accept that it will be a different experience. It was wise words that made me feel peaceful and content. It was the only time we had a conversation. Thank you Harold for that clear advice. Namaste Harold. Charlie