Hello. . .

My name is Chuck and I, I, I am…

I am…

Emotionally Incontinent.

W H E W. . .There I Wrote It. I put IT out there. I Claim it and now EXCLAIM IT.

I am Emotionally Incontinent.

I Cry…a lot…sometimes.

I’ve Ministered, Counseled, Coached, Companioned, Actively Listened, Advised, Sympathized, Empathized, Officiated, Conducted, Laughed, Facilitated, but rarely have cried when I’m “WORKING.”

But. . .However. . .nevertheless. . .nonetheless. . .regardless. . .even so. . .

still. . .yet. . .notwithstanding. . .all the same. . .

I am severely Emotionally Incontinent.

If I’m watching SIMON BIRCH, WHILE YOU WERE SLEEPING, THE MIGHTY, THE NATURAL, FIELD OF DREAMS, or even CASTAWAY when Tom Hanks is yelling out for WILSON his Float-away Soccer Ball or Johnny Depp explaining to a grief stricken son about how all he has to do is BELIEVE and IMAGINE to see his recently deceased Mum in NEVERLAND…and Please don’t even whisper, MY DOG SKIP or STEEL MAGNOLIA; don’t mention Frank Vali singing, MY EYES ADORED YOU to his daughter Francine before she fell asleep or, ohhhh, ohhhhhh,
FAULT IN OUR STARS. . . .

Maybe I’m not watching anything, but just merely listening to LES MISERABLES or MISS SAIGON or Beth Nielsen Chapman’s SAY GOODNIGHT or Ben Fold’s THE LUCKIEST or Melissa Manchester’s INCLINED and…

I AM SEVERELY EMOTIONALLY INCONTINENT!

Should I apologize?

“THE STUDIES” say that it’s natural…that it’s a healthy way to LET IT ALL OUT!

I say…try NOT being Emotionally Incontinent at just The Right Scene or the Perfect Song….

So. . .

My Name is Chuck

I am Emotionally Incontinent.

I am a member of Emotionally Incontinent Anonymous.

Are you a Member, too?

Do you want to be?

Become a little more human. . .

. . .a little more Compassionate. . .

Join me, er,

US!

(Tissues, Handkerchiefs, Sleeves, T-shirt tails, Napkins Optional)