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The Echos of Suffering

When you push a book out into the internet, it takes on a life of its own. A couple of days ago I got a message via the book Facebook page. The language was a bit jumbled, clearly someone who was working hard to communicate in English. With a little checking, I figured out the person (I never did figure out gender) was from Pakistan working in Saudi Arabia. They were suffering from panic attacks. They said that their heart was beating very fast. Somehow they had found my book and asked how to get it.

I have avoided the temptation to play therapist on the internet. That would not be right. I told them how to get the book and suggested that books on ACT might be helpful. Mostly, I tried to validate that by reaching out and asking questions they had taken an important first step to finding their own cure. They thanked me and disappeared. I will never know if our little chat helped. I do hope that they discovered that for a few minutes someone understood and cared.

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