"I'm requested in you Stephanie," a deep husband voice said softly, "I had pursued that we could help each other out!" The confessional box is one of the final places on the face of the earth where you can pour out your heart without fear of retribution or exposure, and I believe for this reason more and more people are forsaking the "communal forgiveness" that is mimicked each week during regular Sunday Mass and opting instead for the much more intensely personal experience of sitting down in a tiny dark room with hands wobbled and body seeped, and confessing to a Priest after God! The next morning at four in the night at the front desk of the WPG.........