BREATHE

  I would love to impart something wonderful, but I got nuthin right now.  I had a nice night at rehearsal.  Mostly, because one of my friends lets me sort of hang on to her.  Either I touch her arm or hold her hand.  She somehow knows that I feel safer when I do that.  No other reason.  Then she looks at me and gently says, “Breathe.”  That’s it.  I was so shaken yesterday by what my doctor said that I almost got into a car accident.    So I told my friend and she saw how scared I was, and instead of giving advice, she lets me hold onto her.  Sometimes, we don’t need advice or any kind of reason why something "bad" happens, we just want to be loved.