I was just listening to the radio where someone said that Robin Williams visited his longtime friend, Christopher Reeve, in the hospital after the terrible accident that paralyzed him, and was able to make him laugh. "If I can laugh, I can live", Reeve said after. Maybe the funny guy couldn't laugh anymore.
Here was Reeve writing about it in his book, Still Me:"Then, at an especially bleak moment, the door flew open and in hurried a squat fellow with a blue scrub hat and a yellow surgical gown and glasses, speaking in a Russian accent. He announced that he was my proctologist, and that he had to examine me immediately...it was Robin Williams...for the first time since the accident, I laughed. My old friend had helped me know that somehow I was going to be okay."
On Sunday last, I started "Self Destruction", watched about 1/2 way and before I could get back to it, Robin was already gone.I loved to watch his videos and have seen all the ones available, I don't know how many times. He never failed to make me laugh no matter how many times I watched the videos. I feel so sad, perhaps I should finish watching it today, no doubt he'll make me laugh again.
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