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In a short drama titled "The Prescription," a man who has been in a deep depression following the death of his wife is sent by his family doctor to a specialist. The man keeps the appointment, expecting some revolutionary new therapy, but receives instead some unexpected advice. After the appointment, the man drops by his daughter's apartment, looking dejected. He tells his daughter the appointment was a complete waste of time. Their conversation follows.
Kathy: Oh, no. Why? What happened?
Dad: Not much. He just had me tell him how I felt and what I'd tried.
Kathy: That's it?
Dad: Well, he asked some questions.
Kathy: Didn't he prescribe medication?
Dad: Nothing.
Kathy: No new therapy?
Dad: Not really.
Kathy: What do you mean, "Not really"?
Dad: (disgusted) Well, he did tell me I should learn to pray.
Kathy: (surprised, but not quite disapproving) Pray?
Dad: I can't believe it. He's a big-name guy. Powerful reputation. Supposed to be on the cutting edge of medicine. He gets a hundred bucks an hour and he tells me something I could have heard in church for nothing.
Kathy: When is the last time you went to church, Daddy?
Dad: What? Oh, not since your mother's funeral. I can't believe he told me I should learn to pray. I prayed for all I was worth when your mother was sick, and it didn't do her any good.
Kathy: We don't know that. Maybe it did something for her.
Dad: Yeah, but she still died. I'm going home. (stands)
Kathy: Daddy, I ...
Dad: I love you, Kathy. Thanks for listening. (starts for door) I gotta go.
Kathy: Daddy, wait a minute!
Dad: There's not much more to say.
Kathy: Look, if this doctor had told you to try an expensive new medicine, you'd have tried it, right?
Dad: Yeah. So?
Kathy: Or if he had recommended attending a support group, you'd have gone to it?
Dad: I guess so.
Kathy: What if he'd advised you to do some oddball physical exercise?
Dad: Look, Kathy, I feel so bad, that if he'd have told me that going out and howling at the moon would help, I'd probably have done it.
Kathy: Then maybe you should try what he did recommend.
Dad: Pray? You mean I should just pray?
Kathy: Yeah, Daddy. I guess I do.
(Stan Purdum, "The Prescription" [www.dramaministry.com, 1-866-859-7622]. Used by permission.)
Kathy: Oh, no. Why? What happened?
Dad: Not much. He just had me tell him how I felt and what I'd tried.
Kathy: That's it?
Dad: Well, he asked some questions.
Kathy: Didn't he prescribe medication?
Dad: Nothing.
Kathy: No new therapy?
Dad: Not really.
Kathy: What do you mean, "Not really"?
Dad: (disgusted) Well, he did tell me I should learn to pray.
Kathy: (surprised, but not quite disapproving) Pray?
Dad: I can't believe it. He's a big-name guy. Powerful reputation. Supposed to be on the cutting edge of medicine. He gets a hundred bucks an hour and he tells me something I could have heard in church for nothing.
Kathy: When is the last time you went to church, Daddy?
Dad: What? Oh, not since your mother's funeral. I can't believe he told me I should learn to pray. I prayed for all I was worth when your mother was sick, and it didn't do her any good.
Kathy: We don't know that. Maybe it did something for her.
Dad: Yeah, but she still died. I'm going home. (stands)
Kathy: Daddy, I ...
Dad: I love you, Kathy. Thanks for listening. (starts for door) I gotta go.
Kathy: Daddy, wait a minute!
Dad: There's not much more to say.
Kathy: Look, if this doctor had told you to try an expensive new medicine, you'd have tried it, right?
Dad: Yeah. So?
Kathy: Or if he had recommended attending a support group, you'd have gone to it?
Dad: I guess so.
Kathy: What if he'd advised you to do some oddball physical exercise?
Dad: Look, Kathy, I feel so bad, that if he'd have told me that going out and howling at the moon would help, I'd probably have done it.
Kathy: Then maybe you should try what he did recommend.
Dad: Pray? You mean I should just pray?
Kathy: Yeah, Daddy. I guess I do.
(Stan Purdum, "The Prescription" [www.dramaministry.com, 1-866-859-7622]. Used by permission.)
