Long ago, in the high ‘60s, I met a happy couple whose hobby was talking 
with strangers.  They put up signs on billboards to the effect of:  Want to 
talk?  Call [their number] between 8 pm and 2 am (or whatever the hours were 
that they were hanging out at home).  That is how I met them.  It was a simpler 
time, even in deepest Manhattan.  They didn’t get harassing calls, rather mostly 
people who just wanted to be heard.  Maybe they had a great idea, or something 
happened (good or bad) they wanted to share, or they wanted a sounding board to 
figure things out, or they liked conversation, or they were lonely.
Seeing a news report about the problems with accessing psychotherapists 
these days, it occurred to me that we would all do better to have neighborhood 
and online coping centers.  Places anyone can access to talk, to share emotional 
content, perhaps to engage in group therapies, art, community projects.  If no 
one needs payment, there are no barriers from insuranceu or lack of 
affordability.  Expenses could be shared by those who can, because this is a 
community effort for all of our benefit.  Health care professionals who like can 
not so much donate time as do their part as they see it.  The point is, we can 
all be heard, all share our human burdens of pain and confusion and our human 
resources of being listeners, growing a healthier future of companionship 
instead isolating into hate.    
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