Welcome to Morobinbarrystories. com! Please join me on twitter @morobinbarry. This site is for Bee Gee fans everywhere who would like to share and read stories of fun, joy, love and inspiration for Barry Robin and Maurice Gibb. (Andy is not forgotten and is included at times). If you’d like to share a story, please email it to me at Morobinbarrystories@gmail.com. Stories will be posted often, some from my collected tales and some from the new ones as they come in. Others i will save for my book, which is in progress. At times, I will post reports about events relating to the Gibbs that I hope fans will enjoy.
January 31, 2015
This week’s story gives credence to the claim that “music heals”. There is no doubt that Bee Gee music has helped fans cope with a array of challenges they face. It is quite a testament to the brothers’ creativity and passion for their calling in life. Once again, I am inspired and gratified to hear a story such as this.
After working in the publishing industry for twenty years, and at the age of 43, :I turned to my life-long interest:nursing. After 18 months of intensive schooling, I graduated as valedictorian and passed my state boards in California. I worked for a few months at a skilled nursing facility caring for mostly elderly patients. My true passion in school had been mental health. It didn’t bother me to be around schizophrenics or hyper-verbal bi-polar patients having a manic cycle. I loved those days in clinical at the lock-down psychiatric facility. One day I got a call from my current employer for an interview. It was a dream come true.
I work in psychiatric/chemical dependency nursing. My hospital is voluntary so the folks there are seeking help and want us to save them from themselves. We have schizophrenics, addicts, clinically depressed. One of the way patients are helped is with leisure activity for part of the day. Many have poor coping skills and that is one of the things we try to teach. Every day patients have arts and crafts class. The radio plays in the background. At the hospital the only station that comes in is a classic rock station. This particular station plays at least one Bee Gee tune every hour or two. Doing my rounds I see and hear this group singing the following: “Grease is the word, is the word that you’ve heard, it’s got groove, it’s got meaning” These patients, many from whom I could barely extract a word when assessing them in the morning, many of whom had not smiled since being admitted, these patients, some of whom were recovering from suicide attempts, were laughing, smiling and singing a song! When class adjourned I heard one say, “I love that song. I haven’t hear that since I was a kid”. Then they went on singing it as they headed down the hall to the next gorup therapy session.
I think as a society we often discount actors, musicians and other artists, feeling that somehow they don’t do “real work”. Well, that song did more for those patients that afternoon than the Ativan, Cymbalta, Lithium and other psychotropic meds I pass each morning. I can only speculate, but that song may have been a turning point for some people that afternoon. Who knows? It might have given someone the strength to carry on with life!