Bassim
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- Joined
- Mar 1, 2008
- Member Type
- Student or Learner
- Native Language
- Bosnian
- Home Country
- Bosnia Herzegovina
- Current Location
- Sweden
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On his last working day before retirement, psychiatrist Tom Fromm looked dewy-eyed around his consulting room Thousands and thousands of patients had passed that threshold hopping to get help, he thought. How many sat in that armchair crying? How many became furious and shouted at him? How many he had to held in hands and give them a hug? He lost count a long time ago. He had listened patiently to their stories and urged them not to give up. Tom gave them advice and encouraged them to fight their demons and depression while he himself struggled with his life. His painful divorce, the tragic death of his son in a car accident, the death of his parents, and many other worries, felt like death blows and caused him terrible pain. But whenever he went to this small room in the attic, he existed just for his patients. He had to push his problems deep into the back of his mind and fight together with them to free them from the invisible shackles that restrained them from living a normal life. Tom would be alone now, taking stock of his life. He was sixty eight, single and in good health. He had enough time to try new things and get to know new people. Maybe he should start dating and meet a soul mate. It is never late for love. There must be a woman out there yearning for affection and an honest man, who is full of stories to tell and much love to share.
On his last working day before retirement, psychiatrist Tom Fromm looked dewy-eyed around his consulting room Thousands and thousands of patients had passed that threshold hopping to get help, he thought. How many sat in that armchair crying? How many became furious and shouted at him? How many he had to held in hands and give them a hug? He lost count a long time ago. He had listened patiently to their stories and urged them not to give up. Tom gave them advice and encouraged them to fight their demons and depression while he himself struggled with his life. His painful divorce, the tragic death of his son in a car accident, the death of his parents, and many other worries, felt like death blows and caused him terrible pain. But whenever he went to this small room in the attic, he existed just for his patients. He had to push his problems deep into the back of his mind and fight together with them to free them from the invisible shackles that restrained them from living a normal life. Tom would be alone now, taking stock of his life. He was sixty eight, single and in good health. He had enough time to try new things and get to know new people. Maybe he should start dating and meet a soul mate. It is never late for love. There must be a woman out there yearning for affection and an honest man, who is full of stories to tell and much love to share.
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