The story of the Vietnam vet haunted by the face of the Viet Cong soldier he offed in a foxhole long ago draws gasps. It all has the effect of creating a strange synergy in the room. And before you know it, you're raising your hand in response to questions, telling how your father neglected you, your mother didn't love you, you screwed around on your partner. Deep wounds will be exposed. There'll be laughing, crying, all of it in front of a roomful of perfect strangers.
Art's at the mike.
So did Mother Teresa. Ditto for Gandhi. Another woman is not so sure she wants to. I certainly don't help old people because I want to look good. I do it because I care.