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matter now. Life is full of success, and falling down is part of it. "
    Adam scratched the back of his head.
    " I'm not your Father, " Howard said, " But I have known you just as long as He has. You are not my son, but I don't know how I could love you more. So please hear me when I tell you that your company is not you. It came from you, so it is sad that it has failed. But it is nothing so final as 'failure' for you. It is a small stumble in a large journey. And it is such a tragedy that you would let this small stumble be your journey's end because of a pain between you and your Father. "
    Adam reached out and embraced the old caretaker. Howard had been such a constant in his life that it was easy to take him for granted. His counsel, his patience, his kindness, and his help, all of it was always there in seemingly limitless supply. Adam hadn't realized that when he left his Father's house, he had left Howard too.  
    " Thank you, " Adam said, filling the words with every ounce of gratitude he could.
    " You don't need to thank me, " Howard said, returning the embrace. " Just be the man you always have been. Take down those walls that block the ones who love you. Let us be part of your success story. "
    " I will, " Adam said, feeling Susanna's note in his pocket. " Do you think I can really win her back? "
    Howard pulled back so he could again look him in the eye, " I think she wants nothing more than for you to win her back. "
    " I guess there's only one way to find out. " Adam took the note out of his pocket and looked at it again.  
    " Do you know where we are going? " Howard asked.
    " Oh yes, " Adam answered, " The place where your dreams come from, that would have to be my old bedroom. ”
    Adam loved his room. His Father built and designed a unique room for each of His children. Some of Adam's brothers and sisters had piles of toys so thick that you couldn't see the ground. Others held art supplies and canvases just in case inspiration struck, while some were decorated with posters of famous people or places. But Adam's room was different. In his room he had a bed, a window, and a small brown writing desk. A notebook and one pen on the desk was all the decoration it held. His walls were plain, his floor was empty, and his bed was simple and neat.  
    Adam was disappointed the first time his Father showed him the room he had made. “ You are a dreamer, ” his Father had said seeing the dissatisfaction, “ and this is the room of a dreamer. You have ideas, a great many of them; some will spend all day following you around. When you go to sleep at night, those ideas will leap into your mind and fill your dreams. They will still be fresh in your mind when you wake. Your room is simple and blank so that nothing will distract from the beauty and wonder that will come from your mind. Write down every dream. I want to see them all, and I'm sure the world will too. ”
    And it was true. Ideas came into Adam's mind almost every night. By the time he was ten, he had filled over a dozen notebooks with everything that had come to him in the night. As the years went by he came to love the simple serenity that he felt in his room. Everything was blank. Everything was a possibility.
    Adam grew exited as he and Howard drew nearer to his old room. They made their way up the sweeping spiral staircase in the main hall, past the door to his Father's room. He turned the knob and was surprised to find it unlocked. He was thinking about how odd this was when he noticed a young, sandy haired, man standing in the middle of his room. The unexpected presence of another person in the house was shock enough, but as soon as he got a good look at the man standing in front of him, Adam's shock deepened.
    The man smiled and said, " Hello big brother. It's been a long time. "

CHAPTER SIX

    There were several seconds of silence before Adam realized that his jaw was hanging open. Words kept coming to mind – It's good to see you, I've missed you,