AFTERCARE

I’ve recently observed that many affected by the Boston bombings will endure similar trauma to that of combat veterans. Again, trauma is trauma. Many will be best served by conferring with a qualified therapist. It may require only a few visits; it is very helpful to discuss how we are processing such upsets. Just the affirmation from someone certified that, “Yes, that is upsetting. Yes, I understand that you are having trouble sleeping. Yes, you are evaluating this in a healthy way.” And also, “No, you should not feel guilty. You are not at fault. You did nothing wrong.”

We’re not talking about endless Woody Allen-like therapy. Most of us can weather such emotional storms…but we are all served by a well-being visit when we find ourselves in crisis. It’s a kindness you can provide for yourself. And it’s an act of love to encourage such care to those in your life who are struggling

WELL ENOUGH

Today a friend called me. My phone voice is pretty chill. She asked how I was. I told her I am well enough.

I feel blessed…and that phrase seems somehow tainted with overuse.

But I do. I have meaningful work, I have service, I have relationships and family and more to look forward to.

I don’t know that it gets any better than that.

I love acting. I’ll continue to do The Work. But I’m blessed because I no longer Have to work. Not just economically…but spiritually. I’m good. The Sunset Limited had a lot to do with that 🙂

With my address ahead this Saturday, speaking about Post Traumatic Stress and the impact that has and will have on America, I get that I am doing what I should be doing, at this point in my life. I am riding the horse in the direction that he’s going. I am about my Father’s work.

So, I’m good….however my phone voice hits you…

KINDNESS

When I moved to NY to study acting, I found a job as a waiter at The Goose and Gherkin, a steakhouse beside Lutece on E 50th. I loved my job, I got great meals, and my tips supplemented my G.I. Bill…and one day a customer told me I was a great waiter. I told him I was a better actor. He was a producer on a soap, read me the next day and I began working on Somerset for $400 a day. I’ve never since needed a job-job. I know how lucky I am.

Last nite at the Avalon, I finally got a plate of food and wandered around looking for a place to eat it. A bartender came after me as I started to wander into the ladies room 🙂 He suggested I set up at his bar…and I did. A couple people came up and introduced themselves to me, the bartender asked if I’d like some water or a shot. Here I was, eating at his station, his place of business…and it was late and few drinkers turned up. He was very kind.

I’d had this ten spot burning a hole in my pocket. I’d dropped off Ann and John Flynn, passed up the parking lot (their sign said $5…and in small print “for the first 20 minutes”) Offended, I drove around the block and found a parking meter. Then I ordered a beer at a bar…and Michael Mantell insisted on buying me a drink. So later as I finished my meal, I shook the bartenders hand, thanked him for his kindness and slipped him that tenner.

I’m not typically that ostentatious (Hey, it wasn’t a C note 😉 but it felt right and it felt good. Kind of paying it forward.