Robin Williams death is a convergence of two incredible memories for me. I grew up on Jonathan Winters and was delighted every time he appeared on one of the three television channels we got on our gigantic 13-inch TV. Mr. Willaims grew up on and was inspired by Mr. Winters. On February 2nd, 1986 sometime early on a cold Sunday my roommate and one of my very best friends woke me to take a phone call. A hero, colleague, and I dare hope, friend, had died. His son was on the other end of the phone telling me. I had to ask him to repeat it. The man that died was a winner every day of his life. But he lost a battle sometime in the wee hours of that cold Sunday. He lost a battle with depression. So tragically, the roommate who woke me that day passed a couple years ago (leukemia) but not before he physically discovered that his own father lost a similar battle to depression. So the next time you see someone who may be having a bad day or a bad time, try to understand that depression is no different than cancer, leukemia, or any other life-threatening disease. And remember, people dont pick those diseases, the disease chooses its victims...
Posted on: Tue, 12 Aug 2014 19:03:43 +0000