If I can stop one heart from breaking, I will not have lived in vain.
If I can help one person who is aching, I will not have lived in vain.
If I can help one mother with mental illness in her family manage to get help or give comfort of sorts, I will not have lived in vain.
If I can ease one life the aching, I will not have lived in vain. If I can help someone cool just one pain, or help any person do his best again, I will not have lived in vain.
If I can help someone who’s feeling low get help with his/her mental illness, I will not have lived in vain.
I gave a talk on mental illness one evening and a psychologist told me later that something I’d said had given her an idea of how to help a patient of hers with schizophrenia. So, maybe I haven’t lived in vain after all.
A drop of humor is in place here maybe…
Advice: ‘Beware, never return to a doctor who had dead plants in his clinic!’
AND – this is what I found on a tombstone when visiting a cemetery:
‘I told you that I was ill, didn’t I?’