I believe we can agree that Christopher is one of our stalwarts, with clear thinking and a helpful perspective. It is jarring and quite disturbing to hear his cry now. Fifty-four days out of work with serious relapses and now in a nursing facility. And that unanswerable plea to anyone who will listen, “Where does anyone turn to at times like this for answers?”
There are no answers.
What do we say to someone in such need? I am sure many of us have felt the terror of a body seeming to spin out of control. Serious sickness is not for the fainthearted. Maybe junctions like these reveal to each of us who we really are. It is said there are no atheists in foxholes, a judgment I do not buy. The belief I fall back on in moments of crisis is in myself.
I know I have said this a thousand times. I believe we are stronger than we believe. We are survivors. And we have learned to be resourceful. Christopher, is your mind clear? I hate to see the wounded lying by the side of the road. Can you think your way out of this? I know. A silly thought. Can we help?
Think. We are with you. We are your friends.