Adventures in Odyssey

Chris: Hi, this is Chris. Welcome to Adventures in Odyssey.

John Avery Whittaker: Hi there. I'm John Avery Whittaker, but you can call me Whit. My friends and I are about to set off for a time of wonder and excitement. You want to come along? We'd love to have you join us for today's adventure in Odyssey.

Connie: Hey, what are you two doing in here?

Sam: Oh, just listening to this door.

John Avery Whittaker: Great cointestines!

Eugene Meltsner: Looks like the carpet needs vacuuming.

Tom Riley: A burden manner indeed.

Connie: Just yell if you need anything.

John Avery Whittaker: An escape would be nice.

John Avery Whittaker: Are you comfortable, Whit?

John Avery Whittaker: Yes, Connie, I'm comfortable.

Connie: Would you like a few more pillows?

John Avery Whittaker: No, I have enough pillows, thanks. Look, you two don't have to babysit me. I'll be fine.

Connie: You know what Dr. Morton said.

John Avery Whittaker: She said to rest, not hibernate. I can take care of myself, really. Hey, I'm kind of hungry. How about some breakfast? I'll fix you some of the best omelets.

Eugene Meltsner: No way! With all due respect, Mr. Whittaker, I don't think you should be eating eggs at this particularly delicate time.

John Avery Whittaker: Oh.

Connie: Whit, you were in a coma.

John Avery Whittaker: Hardly more than a nap.

Connie: And you had a mild heart attack. You have to take care of yourself.

John Avery Whittaker: The heart attack was so mild that Dr. Morton still isn't sure it was a heart attack. So, don't worry, okay?

Connie: I'm not worried. Are you worried, Eugene?

Eugene Meltsner: Me, worried? No.

John Avery Whittaker: Good.

Connie: But we're still going to help you out today, and the first thing I'm going to do is fix you a healthy breakfast.

John Avery Whittaker: Now, Connie, Connie.

Eugene Meltsner: Ah. No, I'll answer that. I feel personally responsible to ensure that you aren't unduly bothered by well-wishers and nuisances with good intentions.

John Avery Whittaker: But,

Eugene Meltsner: John Avery Whittaker's residence. Oh, yes, he is, but he's indisposed at the moment. He's resting.

John Avery Whittaker: Eugene.

Eugene Meltsner: For your own good, Mr. Whittaker. May I take a message? Well, Emma Douglas, his health will improve greatly with plenty of bed rest, but I'll be happy to pass the message along. Thank you for calling.

Eugene Meltsner: Perhaps you need an answering machine.

John Avery Whittaker: I need you to stop this silliness. I'm okay, really.

Eugene Meltsner: Ah, yes, the false bravado designed to instill confidence and alleviate worry. It's entirely unnecessary, Mr. Whittaker. Miss Kendall and I will be happy to help you. You suffered quite a shock from your experience in the imagination station.

John Avery Whittaker: You know, I'm glad you brought that up. I want to talk to you about your experience.

Eugene Meltsner: Yes, well. Oops. Doorbell. Likely someone else who doesn't realize how disruptive his or her visit can be on the recuperative powers of the sick and injured.

John Avery Whittaker: Eugene, we should talk.

Eugene Meltsner: Ah, yes, we will, some other time perhaps. Meanwhile, just sit back and read a book, Mr. Whittaker. I'll return if you need anything at all. Rest well.

John Avery Whittaker: Sure, rest well.

Chris: Album 79, 11th Hour. It's the critical moment.

Guest (Male): Hardship.

Guest (Female): Obstacles to overcome.

Guest (Male): Risk of failure.

Guest (Female): I just can't shake this feeling that something is wrong.

Guest (Female): It was just an accident.

Guest (Male): Accident?

Guest (Female): It isn't safe.

Guest (Male): We can't pretend that this all isn't real.

Guest (Female): Jules! Jules!

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John Avery Whittaker: Let's see now, which book should I start with next? Ah, I haven't read Pilgrim's Progress in a long time.

Connie: Breakfast is served. Whit, what are you doing out of bed?

John Avery Whittaker: I'm looking for a book to read. Why?

Connie: Back.

John Avery Whittaker: Connie, really.

Connie: I'll find a book for you. Here's your breakfast.

John Avery Whittaker: Thank you. I recognize the toast and orange juice, but what's this?

Connie: Fruit, yogurt, and granola.

John Avery Whittaker: Looks delicious.

Connie: Now, which book did you want?

John Avery Whittaker: Well, I have it here. Pilgrim's Progress.

Connie: Are you sure that's not too hard to read? You shouldn't strain yourself with all that old English.

John Avery Whittaker: I think I can handle it.

Connie: All right then. What else needs doing?

John Avery Whittaker: Oh, this will do, Connie.

Connie: Looks like the carpet needs vacuuming. Where's the vacuum cleaner?

John Avery Whittaker: I can't let you do that, Connie.

Connie: I'll bet it's in the hall closet.

John Avery Whittaker: I can do it later, Connie.

Connie: I'll do it!

John Avery Whittaker: Oh.

Connie: Now, you just eat your breakfast, and more importantly, relax.

John Avery Whittaker: Relax.

Connie: Mm-hm.

Eugene Meltsner: Greetings.

John Avery Whittaker: Hi, Eugene.

Eugene Meltsner: Hello, Mr. Riley.

Tom Riley: Well, what are you doing here?

Eugene Meltsner: I'm assisting Mr. Whittaker in his convalescence.

Tom Riley: Good for you. I just thought I'd pop in for a quick hello.

Eugene Meltsner: I'm sorry, Mr. Riley, but Mr. Whittaker isn't seeing anyone today. Dr. Morton gave him strict instructions for bed rest, and Miss Kendall and I are making sure he gets it.

Tom Riley: Well, I'm sure you are. He'll see me, though.

Eugene Meltsner: I'm sorry, Mr. Riley, but I can't let you in.

Tom Riley: Eugene, Whit and I have been friends for a long time.

Eugene Meltsner: And I'm sure you'll be friends for a much longer time if you allow Mr. Whittaker the rest he needs.

Tom Riley: I don't need you to lecture me about how much rest Whit needs. Now, step aside.

Eugene Meltsner: I cannot let you.

Tom Riley: I mean it. Let me through!

Eugene Meltsner: I'm sorry, but I can't.

Tom Riley: Eugene, I'm bigger than you, you know!

Eugene Meltsner: I know that, sir, but there is no doubt in my mind that you will not resort to physical force because of the devastating effect it would have on Mr. Whittaker.

Tom Riley: You mean when he sees me knocking you silly for being such a pain in the patootie?

Eugene Meltsner: Precisely. He won't be happy about it.

Tom Riley: Well, I guess he won't. But you can be sure you have not heard the last from me. Won't accept visitors. Well, let me young pipsqueak talking me.

Eugene Meltsner: All in the line of duty, Mr. Riley!

Tom Riley: We've been friends for a longer time.

Eugene Meltsner: Have an otherwise nice day.

Eugene Meltsner: That was the proverbial close one.

Sam: Closed? How could Whit's End be closed? It's not Sunday. What's this? Push this button.

Guest (Male): Due to circumstances beyond our control, Whit's End is closed for the day. We expect to resume regular operating hours tomorrow. We apologize for the inconvenience.

Sam: No way! Whit's End has an answering machine.

Harlow Doyle: Excuse me, young man.

Sam: Yes, sir.

Harlow Doyle: Harlow Doyle, Private Eye. What do you think you're doing lingering in this doorway?

Sam: I was just listening to this door.

Harlow Doyle: Listening to the door, eh? Why was it talking to you?

Sam: Uh-huh.

Harlow Doyle: You often talk to doors, young man, or do you also converse with windows, latches, and maybe the odd gateway or two?

Sam: You don't believe me.

Harlow Doyle: I'm a private eye, my boy, and it's not my job to believe or disbelieve anyone or anything until all the facts are in. And what exactly are the facts in this case? You are a boy, and you claim you are talking to a door. Now, when I assemble that information into this keen analytical private eye kind of mine that I happen to have, I can only conclude that that that. I'm without the foggiest idea of what the question was.

Sam: Me, either.

Harlow Doyle: Maybe we should ask the door. It's been listening all along.

Sam: Look, all I know is that Whit's End is closed and all I.

Harlow Doyle: Great cointestines! Whit's End is closed, and it's not even Sunday. Something's wrong here, something very wrong, something very, very wrong.

Sam: Like what?

Harlow Doyle: Like, like Whit's End is closed, that's what! I smell something afoot in the wind. Why would Whit's End be closed on a day when it's usually open? On a day that's usually not Sunday. That's the question we must ask ourselves, along with other questions such as, and not limited to the following, why am I here? Why did I put on two different colored socks this morning? Why do birds suddenly appear every time you are near?

Sam: Those are the questions you ask?

Harlow Doyle: There are others, young man, but I haven't worked them out mathematically yet. What's your name, son?

Sam: Sam.

Harlow Doyle: Sam. Well, Sam, if that's your name, it looks as if we have a mystery here, and I personally like mysteries. Don't you?

Sam: Well.

Harlow Doyle: Good. Then it's on to the case. Our first task is to assemble clues. You wouldn't happen to have an FBI standard fingerprint and computer on you, would you?

Sam: No.

Harlow Doyle: Blast, and I left mine in the other suit. All right then. We'll have to try something else.

Sam: Maybe we should go to Mr. Whittaker's house and ask.

Harlow Doyle: First, we should scan the entire area for clues. Bits of thread, lost hair, discarded fingernail clippings, just in case the culprits were biting them while waiting for the opportunity to close Whit's End.

Sam: Or we could go to Mr. Whittaker's house and ask.

Harlow Doyle: Then canvas the entire city with APBs, CIAs, and DVD's.

Sam: Or maybe we could go to Mr. Whittaker's house and ask.

Harlow Doyle: Or maybe we could go to Mr. Whittaker's house and ask. Say, that's a swell idea. Follow me, Sam.

Sam: It's this way.

Harlow Doyle: Yeah, like I said, lead the way, Sam. Is that your name?

Connie: Okay, Whit, that's it for the vacuuming, dusting, and re-upholstering.

John Avery Whittaker: Well, thank you, Connie.

Connie: I'll just busy myself downstairs. Now, no getting up without permission. Just keep resting and reading your book.

John Avery Whittaker: Page one, yes.

Connie: Just yell if you need anything.

John Avery Whittaker: An escape would be nice. Right. Pilgrim's Progress. As I walk through the wilderness of this world, I lighted on a certain place.

Tom Riley: Whit?

John Avery Whittaker: Huh? Tom?

Tom Riley: At the window. Hurry!

John Avery Whittaker: Oh.

John Avery Whittaker: Tom, what in the world?

Tom Riley: Thanks, Whit. I wasn't sure how long that branch would hold me. Wait here, get my foot.

John Avery Whittaker: Oh, there. All right, get him.

John Avery Whittaker: What are you doing up my tree, Tom?

Tom Riley: Well, I'm trying to visit you. Oh. You know that tree is like a stair step to your window.

John Avery Whittaker: I know. I I've used it once or twice when I locked myself out, but why are you coming through my window?

Tom Riley: Well, what else am I supposed to do with that Doberman Meltsner prowling the grounds?

John Avery Whittaker: Oh, he wouldn't let you in, huh?

Tom Riley: Ah, it's a good thing I'm a man of peace, Whit, or I would have clobbered him. Telling me I couldn't see you of all people.

John Avery Whittaker: Oh, he and Connie are taking Dr. Morton's instructions a little too seriously, huh?

Tom Riley: Well, you do need a rest.

John Avery Whittaker: True, but so far. Hold it, hold it.

Tom Riley: Let me close the door.

John Avery Whittaker: Okay.

Tom Riley: There. Well, how are you doing? Feeling all right?

John Avery Whittaker: Oh, I'm feeling fine. Just catching up on some reading.

Tom Riley: Oh, you are. Like what?

John Avery Whittaker: Pilgrim's Progress.

Tom Riley: Well, now that sounds familiar. John Bunyan. Oh, yeah. Yeah, that's right. Hung around with the Big Blue Ox.

John Avery Whittaker: That was Paul Bunyan. John Bunyan was an English preacher in the 17th century.

Tom Riley: 17th century? Right. What did the doc say you were allowed to read an old book like that?

John Avery Whittaker: Well, I've survived the first four sentences without any difficulty.

Tom Riley: Oh, here, let me see it. Let me take a look.

John Avery Whittaker: Sure. Why?

Tom Riley: Because I'm going to do my bit for the infirm.

John Avery Whittaker: Meaning?

Tom Riley: I'm going to read it to you.

John Avery Whittaker: Tom, it's very kind of you, but.

Tom Riley: Nonsense, nonsense. You just rest your head against that pillow, close your eyes, and picture it in your head.

John Avery Whittaker: Honest, Tom, I'd rather just.

Tom Riley: Do you know what your problem has always been?

John Avery Whittaker: Well, I know what it is today.

Tom Riley: I mean, in general. You give and give and you won't let anyone give back to you. Now you just rest your head while I read. Okay?

John Avery Whittaker: Okay.

Tom Riley: The Pilgrim's Progress in the similitude of a dream. As I walked through the wilderness, uh, of this world, I lit it, lighted on a certain place where was a den. Where was a den? No offense, Whit, but this writer needs to learn something about English.

John Avery Whittaker: Oh, I'll be sure to tell him.

Tom Riley: As I laid me down in that place to sleep, and as I slept, I dreamed a dream. What else would you dream? I dreamed and behold, I saw a man clothed with rags, standing in a certain place with his face from his house. What? With his face from his own house.

Sam: Mr. Doyle, over here!

Harlow Doyle: Oh, there you are. Very clever, hiding behind a tree. Wish I'd thought of that.

Sam: Where were you?

Harlow Doyle: Behind a car, but the traffic light changed.

Sam: Did you find out anything?

Harlow Doyle: Yeah, never hide behind a moving car. Had to run three blocks to keep from blowing my cover. Where's my microcassette? Ah, here we go. Memo to Miss Turner. Miss Turner, please dictate a memo to myself. Remind me to get my jogging shoes out of the closet. Sign it, Harlow Doyle, Private Eye. Thank you in advance, Miss Turner. This is Harlow Doyle, over and out.

Sam: What's going on in Mr. Whittaker's house?

Harlow Doyle: How should I know? I'm talking to you.

Sam: But didn't you just go knock on the door and talk to someone?

Harlow Doyle: Did I? Of course, I did. A peculiar-looking fellow with shifty eyes.

Sam: It looked like Eugene from here.

Harlow Doyle: It looked like Eugene up close, too. And it's just as I suspected. There's something very wrong here, something very, very wrong.

Sam: Why?

Harlow Doyle: Because Whit's End is closed when it should be open. That's why! Oh, wait, we did that. Oh, because he wouldn't let me in to talk to Mr. Whittaker. That's why!

Sam: Why not?

Harlow Doyle: A some scam excuse about Mr. Whittaker recovering from a recent illness. Did you know about a recent illness?

Sam: No.

Harlow Doyle: Then that makes two of us, counting you and me, which leads me to conclude that Eugene wasn't telling the entire truth. As a matter of fact, he wasn't telling the truth at all. Mr. Whittaker isn't sick, but being held captive against his will.

Sam: By Eugene?

Harlow Doyle: One and the same. I know the type. Meek and passive on the outside, but inside rages the violent fires of a volcano, ready to explode in a colorful cataclysm of who are they talking about?

Sam: Eugene's volcano.

Harlow Doyle: Exactly. Some evasive action is needed here. You keep an eye on the front door, and I'll sneak around the back.

Sam: Wouldn't it be better if we just went home and forgot about it?

Harlow Doyle: What? That's preposterous! How can you expect us to do the intelligent thing in a time like this? Wait here while I put on some camouflage.

Sam: But how?

Harlow Doyle: By wiping this dirt all over my face. There. How do I look?

Sam: Like somebody who needs to wash his face. Is that so you blend in with the scenery?

Harlow Doyle: Oh, so they'll think I'm down on my luck and give me some lunch. Only one problem.

Sam: What?

Harlow Doyle: I'm not sure it was dirt.

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John Avery Whittaker: What? Said Obstinate. And leave our friends and our comforts behind us? Yes, said Christian, for that was his name, because that all which you shall forsake is not worthy to be compared with a little of that that I am seeking to enjoy. And if you will go along with me and hold it, you shall fare as myself, for there where I go is enough and to spare. Come away and prove my words.

Tom Riley: No offense, Whit, but was this thing a big seller?

John Avery Whittaker: Uh-huh.

Tom Riley: I can't make heads or tails out of it. I mean, who's going to believe a character by the name of Obstinate?

John Avery Whittaker: It's an allegory, Tom.

Tom Riley: Doesn't surprise me. It's not much of a story.

Tom Riley: Oh, what now? Oh, someone at the window. I'll get it. Hey. Can I help you?

Harlow Doyle: Harlow Doyle, Private Eye.

Tom Riley: Whit, come on in. Why not? Thanks. I wasn't sure about that branch.

Tom Riley: It'll hold you.

Harlow Doyle: Not me, I was worried about it, it's the three homeless fellows who helped me get up here. Say, thanks, guys.

Guest (Male): You're welcome.

Harlow Doyle: Guess they think I'm part of the club.

Tom Riley: Oh, no wonder, with that grease all over your face.

Harlow Doyle: Is that what it is? Thanks for telling me. Now, just what is going on around here?

Tom Riley: A little Pilgrim's Progress, that's all.

Harlow Doyle: Maybe that's what you call it in your book, but in my book, it's called Kidnapped.

John Avery Whittaker: Oh, that was by Robert Louis Stevenson.

Harlow Doyle: What was?

John Avery Whittaker: The book.

Harlow Doyle: My book?

John Avery Whittaker: Well, isn't that what you just said?

Harlow Doyle: Yes. So what book are you talking about?

Tom Riley: Pilgrim's Progress, see? We're reading it.

Harlow Doyle: Oh, then you're not kidnapped.

John Avery Whittaker: No, it's over on the shelf.

Harlow Doyle: Over on the shelf. What? This case is more complicated than I thought.

John Avery Whittaker: Oh, maybe we better start at the beginning.

Tom Riley: Oh, Whit, I don't want to read that all over again.

Harlow Doyle: I can help you read it. I won the prize for the fourth grade reading contest, Winnie the Pooh. I can remember it like it was yesterday.

John Avery Whittaker: When was it?

Harlow Doyle: Yesterday, actually. At Odyssey Elementary. I was up against a pretty tough competition, Little Harold.

Tom Riley: Well, this book here looks like it's split up into dialogue, so I could use the help.

Harlow Doyle: Okie dokie, who shall I play?

Tom Riley: Obstinate.

Harlow Doyle: All right, but what's the character's name?

Tom Riley: A boy.

Sam: Hi, Eugene.

Eugene Meltsner: Hello, Samuel.

Sam: How's it going?

Eugene Meltsner: Specifically?

Sam: Yeah.

Eugene Meltsner: Delightfully well, thank you. It's quite pleasant for this time of year.

Sam: Is Mr. Whittaker here?

Eugene Meltsner: Yes, he is, but he can't be disturbed at the moment. He's resting.

Sam: Oh, is that all?

Eugene Meltsner: Yes, I believe it is. Should there be more?

Sam: Nah, just wondering.

Eugene Meltsner: A pleasure seeing you again.

Sam: Yeah, me too. I guess I'll just go back across the street and sit under that tree for a while.

Eugene Meltsner: If you wish.

Sam: Uh-huh. See you later.

Eugene Meltsner: Good day to you.

Connie: Hey, Eugene.

Eugene Meltsner: Oh, hello, Connie.

Sam: Was that Sam?

Eugene Meltsner: Yes, it was.

Connie: Worried about Whit, huh?

Eugene Meltsner: Well, actually, he's been sitting behind a tree across the street for the past hour and 17 minutes, affecting a rather bored and listless countenance. Most curious.

Connie: Oh. Have a lot of people stopped by to see Whit?

Eugene Meltsner: Quite a number. During the last two hours, I have taken receipt of approximately seven casseroles, four plates of cookies, three vegetable platters, and one bowl of rather suspicious-looking green gelatin.

Connie: Wow.

Eugene Meltsner: I've also had to turn away one or two rather peculiar-looking people as well. One gentleman looked like he'd been dragged by a car for a quarter of a mile. Mr. Whittaker is certainly a man of many diverse friendships.

Connie: Yeah, it's a good thing we're here, huh? To protect him from those diverse friendships. Boy, he'd never get any rest.

Eugene Meltsner: Precisely, and I believe we have accomplished our mission. Ah, another visitor.

Connie: Hi, Connie.

Eugene Meltsner: Eugene.

Connie: Hi, Dr. Morton.

Dr. Morton: I thought I'd stop in to see how Whit is doing.

Eugene Meltsner: We have been most diligent in keeping Mr. Whittaker restful and stress-free.

Dr. Morton: Good.

Connie: In fact, he may even be sleeping now.

Dr. Morton: You mind if I peek in on him?

Connie: You're the doctor.

Eugene Meltsner: Please, follow me.

Tom Riley: Oh, no, good fellow. Wither away after this burden manner.

Tom Riley: A burden manner indeed, as ever I think poor creature had. And where as you ask me wither away, I tell you, sir, I am going to yonder wicket gate before me, for there, as I am informed, I shall be put into a way to be rid of my heavy burden.

Harlow Doyle: Hast thou a wife and children? Give it to me straight.

John Avery Whittaker: Harlow.

Harlow Doyle: Oh, sorry.

Tom Riley: Yes, but I am so laden with this burden that I cannot take that pleasure in them as formerly. Methinks I am as if I had none.

Harlow Doyle: Wilt thou hearken to me if I give thee counsel?

Tom Riley: Uh-oh.

John Avery Whittaker: Whit?

John Avery Whittaker: Come in.

Connie: Whit! Dr. What.

Connie: Hey, what are you two doing in here?

Eugene Meltsner: Mr. Riley, I thought I asked you to leave.

Tom Riley: You did, and I didn't, so na-na-na.

Eugene Meltsner: This is an outrage! A complete defiance of medical authority.

John Avery Whittaker: Oh, calm down, Eugene.

Tom Riley: Hi, Doc.

Dr. Morton: Hi, Tom.

Connie: Honest, Dr. Morton, we didn't know they were here.

Dr. Morton: Well, visitors are all right, so long as things don't get too excited.

Harlow Doyle: Excuse me, but would everyone line up against the wall and identify themselves? I'd like Whit to show us who the kidnapper was.

Dr. Morton: What? Who are you?

Harlow Doyle: Me? Harlow Doyle, Private Eye.

Eugene Meltsner: Mr. Riley, I must protest this invasion, particularly after I asked you politely to leave Mr. Whittaker alone for the day.

Tom Riley: Politely? The Gestapo was more polite.

Connie: But how did you both get in here?

Harlow Doyle: Through the window. I had the assistance of three kind gentlemen. Maybe they're still out there.

Connie: Didn't Eugene tell you not to come in? How could you be so sneaky?

Harlow Doyle: I'm a private eye. It's my job to be sneaky.

Eugene Meltsner: Connie, if you will excuse us, we were reading Pilgrim's Progress to Whit.

Eugene Meltsner: I'm sorry, Mr. Riley, but I must again insist that you leave the premises.

Tom Riley: Yeah, you and what army?

Eugene Meltsner: Thank you. Pardon me.

Connie: It really hasn't been like this today, Dr. Morton. Whit's been resting. Honest.

Tom Riley: That's a true.

Dr. Morton: I'm sure he's not getting much rest now.

Connie: Whit's.

John Avery Whittaker: No, not him.

Harlow Doyle: Excuse me, Miss Kendall, have you ever read Pilgrim's Progress?

Connie: What? No.

John Avery Whittaker: Do you want me to read it to you?

Connie: No, thank you. No, and you'll need to leave. That's the whole point.

Eugene Meltsner: Pardon me.

Connie: And get that last one.

Harlow Doyle: Excuse me.

Dr. Morton: I don't want people.

Harlow Doyle: Excuse me.

John Avery Whittaker: I want to know.

Harlow Doyle: Nobody moves. This is outrageous.

Harlow Doyle: Get them every time.

Dr. Morton: Look, we are here because we all care deeply about Whit and his health. But the prevailing question seems to be, where is Whit?

Sam: Oh.

John Avery Whittaker: Hello, Sam. What are you doing out here?

Sam: Waiting for Mr. Doyle. He was going in to rescue you.

John Avery Whittaker: Hmm, I guess in a way he did.

Sam: Were you really kidnapped?

John Avery Whittaker: Did you think I was?

Sam: No, but Whit's End was closed, and we didn't know why.

John Avery Whittaker: Well, I'm not sure why, either. What say we go in and open it up?

Sam: Can we?

John Avery Whittaker: Sure. I'll be able to get more rest there, anyway.

Sam: Yeah.

Chris: Sometimes we have good intentions when we want to help people, but like we saw in today's program, good intentions aren't always enough. If we really want to help, we should think about what the other person truly needs, what's best for them in their situation, and not just what we want for them. That's the mark of compassion. Have you helped someone recently? Why don't you write to us and tell us about it? Simply send your letter to Odyssey, Colorado Springs, Colorado, 80995. Or in Canada, write to Box 9800, Vancouver BC, V6B 4G3. And don't forget to ask about how to get your own copy of today's episode. It's called Best Intentions. The address once again is Odyssey, Colorado Springs, Colorado, 80995. Adventures in Odyssey is a presentation of Focus on the Family. Best Intentions was written by Paul McCusker and directed by Phil Lollar. Our production engineer was Dave Arnold and our executive producer, Chuck Bolte. And I'm Chris, hoping you'll join us again next time for more Adventures in Odyssey.