Have you ever felt truly, horrifyingly unable to do anything? Does the finality of reality occasionally overwhelm you? (sheesh, I sound like a late-night info-mercial - but wait, there's more...). Right now, I have a really good friend, someone I love more than just about anyone else in the entire world, standing in the path of a runaway train and I am completely frozen in place. I want to rush in and push him out of harm's way but he is standing directly in the path of the moving vehicle, staring straight at it -- not even like a deer staring into headlights -- and I don't think he wants my help. It is as if he knows what is coming and may actually want the train to knock him into blessed oblivion. And yet he has so much! So much talent, so much intellect, so much kindness and love for others when he lets it show. Such a waste. Do I rush in and try to help and risk losing a lifelong friend or do I let the train hit him and lose him anyway?
I guess if William Shakespeare were alive in the age of twelve step programs and self help support groups he would probably say to me, "get thee to Al-Anon." And maybe I should find a meeting and go.