Via personal communication, re: our noble trades.
My premise is that the rich client no less than the poorest person among us has seeds of greatness, God-bits, like the mustard seed. Your premise is that more than likely the poor rich bastards are sick, mentally. I believe we are both right. The goal is to heal the sick, let the dead walk. It would take a miracle. But maybe we can get a balance between the ideal – that we can indeed save, redeem or elevate ourselves to make a difference for the better --- and the reality that we are all sick unto death. To heal the rich, we must heal the world (Tikkun Olam). I do believe this is one project, properly understood.
Today, the rich get social work and the poor get screwed. If the rich get better, we should rejoice, as long as their symptoms don't migrate down the hierarchy, to, say, the maid, chauffeur, wealth coach, dancing master, trusted advisor, homme de confiance, poodle groomer, or even the therapist herself. We go into a plague stricken home at our own risk, and may be the carriers of the contagion we seek to cure. I am no better, Marty. There is nothing a therapist to the rich has done that I have not done worse and for less money.
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