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David Mitchell
John,
How is your sister Liz?
I may have told the story before but I had the weirdest coincidental reunion with her about 25+ years ago.
I was downtown at the Veterans offices (I could not afford the Ohip State clinic and they referred me to the VA) and they asked if - while I was there - would I like to go upstairs and just check in with the mental health desk. I asked why I would want to do that but then relented - "Oh well, as long as I'm here, why not."
I went up to the top floor and there was one desk clerk and one staff member still there - at 4:00 on a Friday - empty and quiet except for the three of us. This nice lady in her physician's white coat walks out and escorts me back to her office. We sat down and started to talk and suddenly I read her name tag,,,
Elizabeth Jackson M.D.
I blurted out , "Liz! It's me - Dave Mitchell - John's friend from school!"
She recognized me and we got into a great conversation. Then she asked me some questions about my military service. She became very interested and concluded by asking me to return for some counseling which she suggested I needed right away.
That next week, 911 happened and I had experienced several very scary panick attacks. I returned to the clinic in a few days and I walked into that same (once empty) lobby full of veterans - maybe 50 guys - the place was packed! She came out to greet me and waved her arm at all the people and said "See, these are all Vietnam Vets. You all need to get some help right away."
She signed me up to see a staff counselor and he made a huge difference in my life before I moved down here to So. Carolina.
Small world!
Please tell her I said "Hello" and will always be grateful for her care.
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