“Be patient, kiddo. It’ll come.” He turns and faces me. “You know when you fall and get a big old bruise on your leg? That bruise isn’t going anywhere for a while. But it takes longer to heal if you’re pressing on it all the time.” I motion for him to wait while I grab napkins from the bar and blow my nose. “Be gentle with yourself. Listen to good music. Eat good food. Nourish your body and your spirit, and you’ll be all right.”
