With a Little Help from My Friends

There's a story they tell people in Alcoholics Anonymous. A guy is walking down the street, when he falls in a hole. A doctor goes by, and the guy calls out for help. The doctor writes out a prescription, throws it down the hole, and keeps walking. A priest passes by, and once again the guy asks for help. The priest writes out a prayer and drops it in the hole. Finally, a friend walks by, hears the guy's plea for help, and jumps down into the hole with him. "Why did you do that?" the first man asks. "Now we're both stuck in the hole." The second man replies, "Yes, but I've been here before, and I know how to get out."

For the past week, I've been the first guy in the hole. But rather than just one person to help, several have jumped into the hole with me. Some have experienced job loss, too. All have offered support and advice on how to cope.

George asked me out for coffee on Tuesday. We sat and talked for 2 1/2 hours. He was in the same place as I a few years ago, and shared his insights and experiences. I had a wonderful visit.

Wednesday night, I discovered Mario's blog about moving forward after being let go. It had a lot of helpful advice on taking the next step.

Then there's my former boss, who sent me a letter of recommendation. But it isn't just a letter, it's a golden ticket. A stunning testament to a 29-year career. I was wowed and a little teary. Thanks, Harry.

And Friday, I got a recommendation from Dana on my Linked In page. (It was the second -- Barbara also recommended me.) Again with the waterworks.

All of these people understand that being dumped by your employer does not just affect you monetarily, it's a real kick to your feelings of self-worth and pride in what you do. And you need time to heal.

Which has been the refrain of practically everyone, from Mr. Ginley to my sister to Lisa to the folks I've already mentioned.

And that's also why Mr. Ginley has taken me out every day for a walk, to bird watch and breathe. To buy a lottery ticket or visit the library. Or watch our friends' son play high school baseball. (Thanks to Mark and Mary for your support and prayers.)

I am amazed that with all the crappy feelings that have assaulted me the past couple of weeks, these people have filled me with gratitude and joy.

Yesterday, I closed the book for good when I cleaned out my desk and said goodbye to my fellow workers.

Before I departed, I got one last cup of coffee at the on-site Starbucks. As I said adieu to the gentleman who prepared my coffee, I told him it was my last day.

"Be blessed," he said sadly.

I thought to myself, "I already am."