From that first night of talking with Henry…my life was just plain better.
I can’t really explain it…but I was happier…much happier than I had been in a long, long time. I didn’t dread going into my bedroom at night…I looked forward to it.
Maybe it was because I was looking more outward than inward.
I was connecting with the world and it didn’t natter that I couldn’t see as well…or that now I had to use a cane once in a while…or that my husband had left me for a younger woman…even though her “dismissing him” had eased that shock.
It was fun to be able to wander through other’s people lives without even leaving my house…without even leaving my bedroom!
Henry would often share stories about his personal life. He was a captivating story teller. I found out that he had been in Vietnam for two tours. Many of the vets who called him were awake late at night because sleep didn’t always bring them sweet dreams. Henry always made time for them.
I learned quickly that conversations with Henry ranged from outrageously funny to just plain outrageous. He had his very own opinions but was almost always open to what everyone else had to say or think.
He always had “expert advice” for people who would call in with “love or relationship” questions. Somehow everyone was laughing when he was done “advising” the lovelorn…including me.
After a while…I felt more comfortable calling in to talk with Henry…commenting and sharing ideas and feelings about different subjects.
What surprised me the most was hearing other people respond to what I had to say or how I felt. Even if they disagreed with me…it didn’t matter…I was having a good time.
I loved it all…even though there were many nights when I dropped off to sleep in the middle of the show…but that was just fine.
Who would have guessed that “talk radio” would become my salvation.