From the story: "I puddled up inside. Suddenly, nothing else mattered. There it was ... the connection we all strive for but don't know how to voice. A spiritual experience from the most unlikely of places. What reward could possibly transcend that? I choked back a tear and he could see that he moved me. Actually, we moved each other. There was a silence between us that allowed the moment to engrave itself on our beings."
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This is a story about Bob (a Vietnam Vet) and me. It's a touching story, a sort of "guy thing" that transcends normal expectations. It's about an unusual affection between two men, despite our conditioning to be tough and not show emotions. It's about the love and respect that can only come about when we "connect" in that special way ... a spiritual way.
You can meet Bob on film. He is one of the vets featured on our 20 minute PTSD video. When I first met him he had daily suicide thoughts and suffered from paranoia. Most nights he would wake up from his nightmares and swing his fists. His sheets were wet from sweat every night. Such is the life of all too many soldiers.
We had a rocky beginning. I invited Bob and several other vets to a 5 day "EFT for War Veterans" gathering in San Francisco. Despite the fact that all expenses were paid, Bob didn't want to come. He said, "This whole thing is Bull ***!" I've tried them all. I've been in and out of psych wards much of my life and I will just be wasting my time. Besides, I'm afraid of flying and I'm not sitting in a f-----g airplane across the country from Pennsylvania to California." He also said, "I have some memories behind my personal wall and nobody is getting to them."
So I asked Miguel Vazquez, a Vietnam Vet who I personally helped with his PTSD, to call Bob and preach the EFT Faith. It worked and Bob reluctantly got on that airplane. Unbeknownst to him, however, I did several rounds of EFT surrogately for his fear of flying and, of course, he had no problem with the flight. But that's another story.
Even though we had 5 EFT experts present in San Francisco, I chose to take Bob under my wing for personal attention. Despite his vocal abuses about the stupidity of this event, I saw the tenderness underneath. It's there with most vets. It's the little boy inside crying out for attention ... for acknowledgement ... for love ... all the while taking shots at anyone who tries to "get close." In a way, I think we all do this, including me. I saw him as a challenge and as a brother. We somehow had something in common. There was something in Bob that I recognized in me.
So we started slowly. We worked on a height phobia and that went poof in 30 minutes. Then we worked on some "small war memories" and those subsided as well. After 2 days, he slept the night through. No nightmares. No sweats. No swinging fists.
Now I had his attention. He was relaxed and smiled a lot. No longer was he critical of this event or EFT. He didn't understand it, of course, but the results were undeniable. He softened and the first trickle of our friendship began . That's how it is with vets. There are rivers of contained love that can flood souls once the dam has been broken.
Then we worked on those "memories behind his personal wall." Despite some difficult moments during the sessions, EFT brought him to peace and those memories have not bothered him since (his paranoia and suicide thoughts have vanished as well).
Then he turned to me with gratitude written all over his face and gave me the words that echo in my being to this day. He said...
"I love ya, man!"
I puddled up inside. Suddenly, nothing else mattered. There it was ... the connection we all strive for but don't know how to voice. A spiritual experience from the most unlikely of places. What reward could possibly transcend that? I choked back a tear and he could see that he moved me. Actually, we moved each other. There was a silence between us that allowed the moment to engrave itself on our beings.
Bob and I remain friends to this day and we call each other from time to time to catch up. Sometimes, amidst the pressures of this growing EFT movement, I lose sight of the human reason I am here. But all I need to do is remember the many "Bob experiences" that I have collected over the years and I am right back on purpose.
I Love ya, Gary
PS: Bob welcomes your phone calls. 570-489 1414