I would like to think that mine is one of those professions, and that I am one of those people.
If you or your loved one is really up against it now, because you've got a mountain of medical bills, or because you can no longer cope with the ordinary in the face of the extraordinary, or because you don't know what the future holds or where else to turn, or because you just want somebody to talk to...
Call me. My personal cell phone number is to the left and right of this letter. Don't use the message box. Just pick up the phone and call me. I'm not going to charge you anything, and I'm not going to heap a lot of legal mumbo jumbo on you. All I want to do is listen, to see if I can hear the sound of someone I can help, someone who, in turn, can help me to justify my own existence.
