John Lennon: My Favorite Beatle

I was living in San Francisco at the time of John Lennon's Death. I was going to school to learn the Assagioli psychological technique called Psychosynthesis, and had just come back from a session with my mentor.

The date was 12/08/1980, and it was in that session I decided to go to nursing school.

This was a big decision from someone who dropped out of high school and took off across the country with a pack of dogs in one VW bug.

The death of John Lennon was the death of a dream, the death of a symbol of freedom and expression.

The other day, I was with a co-worker, a young woman in her 30's.

I said to her, "Well, at least your generation are not seasoned assassination survivors (like we are who survived the 1960's).

She said, "But I lived through the assassination of John Lennon and helped my mother who had a nervous breakdown."

Those of us who loved John Lennon can relate.

I know I had my own private breakdown.

But in the spirit of creative expression and service to Humanity, got myself up, brushed myself off, and trudged the road to Recovery of mind, body and soul.