A 51 year-old man who lived alone consulted a therapist about his 26 year-old alcoholic son. The man’s wife, the young man’s mother, had died some years earlier.
“What can I do to help him?” The man asked the therapist.
After a careful process of enquiry and discussion the therapist suggested to the man that he (the man) give up alcohol until his son had successfully addressed his own alcohol problem.
The therapist suggested to the man that it would be prudent not to tell his son about this decision to give up alcohol, but to let him discover this for himself through the ordinary passage of time. He also told the man to stay close to his son and to immediately cease all attempts to influence and change his him.
“What do I say when my son finds out?”
The therapist wrote a note for the man to be carried on him at all times. The man was to read the note every day, as a form of meditation, and then he was to read it to his son when the young man discovered his father’s decision to give up alcohol…BUT…the note was only to be read to his son if it was in fact ‘true’ for the man.
The man followed the therapist’s advice. It wasn’t easy. He gave up alcohol for an indefinite period of time. He read the note to himself every morning and it remained as true for him each morning as it was the morning before. He gave up trying to persuade his son to stop drinking alcohol. This was very hard indeed, much harder than giving up alcohol, requiring great self discipline on the part of the man. Self discipline had not been the man’s strong point through the passage of his younger life.
The man watched in silent anguish as his son faltered and his heart broke open even further than he ever imagined any heart could.
Time passed as it does. The young man eventually found out about his father’s decision to give up alcohol. They were having dinner together at the man’s home. When he questioned his father about this, the man opened his wallet, carefully took out a now very well thumbed note, and read slowly and carefully the following to his son.
“Allow me to read something to you. I am your father and I speak to you now with the heart of a father.”
The young man winced, looked down and away, waiting for the next lecture. His father continued.
“You are my son. You are now a man. I love you with all my heart. My heart hurts for you and my heart breaks for you when I see you drinking the way you do. I know that there is nothing I can do to change you, there is nothing I can do to influence you, and there is nothing I can do to help you make the decision that you will inevitably have to make in the years that lay ahead. I know you will make the decision you have to make. All I can do as your father is to wait, to remain as still as a stone, to remain as close to you as your mother would have wanted me to, and to continue to love you as I do. Because there is nothing I can do for you I have decided that, as a man, I must do something for myself to ease my way through this pain. So my mind is made up, I have decided that I will not drink alcohol again until you have successfully dealt with your problem with alcohol. There is nothing more for me to do. I love you.”
The lecture the son was expecting never happened. The young man was strangely moved by his father’s words and tears welled in his eyes. The man remained still and said nothing in response to his son’s distress. The son cross-questioned his father as a way of relieving his discomfort. The man told his son that he had been so worried about him that he had been to see a therapist who had given him some helpful advice and he was now following that advice, absolutely to the letter.
“Could I have that piece of paper you have just read from?”
“No!” Said the man “I need to keep the note because I read it to myself every morning as my meditation to you. I am more than happy to copy it for you.”
Some time passed and nothing really changed.
One day, many months later, for no apparent reason, and when this moment had appeared to be long forgotten by both father and son, the young man asked his father for the name of the therapist.
The son went to see the therapist and showed him his now well thumbed copy of the note and asked him if he had anything to do with the writing of this note.
“Yes, it is true. I hope I helped your father by writing this.”
The young man began to address his alcohol problem with the therapist. The father remained close and still. Eventually, after a long and tortuous struggle, with many false starts, the son was successful.
Some years later, after he had taken up a new form of daily meditation, the man recommenced drinking alcohol in great moderation. The son was pleased that his father could drink alcohol again.
The man never attempted to influence his son again. The young man still does not drink alcohol.