The words of comfort have real power when those who dictate them are beings who inspire us.
These days, through rehearsals for my next shows and my daily tasks, I always have the pleasure of staying in touch and meeting several sick children and their families. People for whom, the time I give them is received as a positive wave, a comforting smile and sometimes, as a thinning through a cloudy passage.
Lately I had an operation and through the many words of comfort received, there were those of my cousin Vincent.
5 years younger than me, he was a being that I have always loved. At first I was like his big brother, but quickly there was no difference in age, there was only complicity. He was my first fan for my antics and his resonant laugh was good to hear. Born of a Quebec father (my father’s brother) and a French mother, the latter’s divorce brought him to live in France. But we have always kept in touch.
Recently when I was hospitalized, and I disclosed on social networks my desire to get back on my feet quickly, Vincent wrote to me; "Hey cousin, don't go too fast, take the time to recover, it's important!" Our body goes slower than our will, and I know that with you, the latter is great in "tabarouette" as they say in Quebec. !!! Big cousin beaks !! "
Reading his words ... I felt something like never before. I had the impression that "my brother" was writing to me ... Even now, as I write these lines, I am moved by this sensation. As if a bottle thrown into the sea from my childhood, resurfaced. On this frosty day, when the sun is shining on the lake, I want to thank life for this gift that I did not expect but that I secretly wished for a long time in my childhood dreams.
The words my cousin used don't have the same value as if they were spoken by someone who doesn't matter to me.
I am becoming more and more aware of the responsibility that falls on all those who want to comfort, who want to try to inspire others ... In my opinion, anyone who comforts and inspires benefits from this wealth, but this advantage of life does not not without responsibility.
Parents of sick children face storms and this kind of heartbreak is clearly understandable. The incomprehension and the unbearable feeling of helplessness experienced by the latter must find a way.
I am greatly and deeply inspired by the struggles these children and their families are waging against the disease. Then, since I come from the artistic milieu and that I benefit from a certain visibility, I become a source of inspiration for several young people struggling with precarious health.
The inspiring person who enters the life of a sick child and who knows he is admired and stimulating for the child must recognize his role and his responsibility. In 28 years of relationships with sick children and their families, I have always (at least I hope) try to respect these "unwritten laws" of the helping relationship.
I remember Hélène, a young person suffering from Leukemia, with whom I had become friends in 2001, and whom I was going to visit in the isolation room at the CHU Ste-Justine while she was undergoing testing. chemotherapy treatments. She told me that she was "a fan" of Flash (which I co-hosted with Patricia Paquin every night at TQS) and my presence seemed to comfort her. One day she gave me a drawing for my birthday saying: "well, it will be good luck for you. ”
I comforted her, made her laugh and for me she was an inspiration.
Hélène died, but all my life I will remember what her mother had told me at the cemetery "you know Alain, there are things that Hélène only said to you ".
In the eyes of this child I was not just Alain Dumas, I was a confidant whom she badly needed, I was an ear in her solitude, a small but real light in her darkness. So if there is one thing for which we must be "humanly grateful", it is this chance that life offers us, to be able to play this role of "inspiring person" and to do it in the greatest of ways. respects.