my best life 07.10.17.1204P

“Please, Mr. Thompson,” he said. “Tell me your story…”
Sitting back in his leather bound chair he was eager to
hear what I had to say, so I indulged him.
For the next hour I told him the story of how my wife and
I left Chicago, the struggles with my business, the loss of
our home, Cheryl’s social media rants and my suicide
attempt with what appeared to be a spiritual experience.
Unlike the social worker from before, he seemed
genuinely interested.
I also told him about a breakthrough moment I had with
Retta at the nurse’s station the day before. I had
mentioned to him my realization of life’s choices and
though I chose to be here… I didn’t understand the power
of choice.
He was impressed.
“Most of my patients don’t fully understand why they’re
here and it usually takes several sessions before they
learn about the effects of choices and consequences. What
is your academic background?” he asked.
I told him that I didn’t have a formal degree but became a
self-taught student of human psychology to gain a better
understanding of my field in marketing and advertising.
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