Paul Weston: I see this teenager, Jesse. He's 16, adopted, gay, aggressive... pushes everybody away. Anyway, his, um... His birth mother called him this week. Just out of the blue. And he hasn't been able to tell anybody... not his mother, not a friend...

Adele: But he told you?

Paul Weston: Yeah. He told me. Paid to listen intently. There are times in that room where I feel... I really feel that we connect, we make contact. And then he goes back
into the world... The real world, the actual world... And he just... He implodes. And the work that we've done together is just... It's just gone.

Adele: I recognize that feeling. It's incredibly frustrating. To feel like you're not
making progress. But don't you think even the act of listening has value?

Paul Weston: I've been seeing this new patient... An immigrant from Calcutta. His wife died about six months ago. So his son and his daughter-in-law have him stuck in the spare room. No friends, no one to talk to. So they drag him to see me to make everything better. And all he wants from me... All he wants from me is for me to bring
his wife back. He's got the loneliest face I've ever... I've ever seen. Hmm. Sits across
from me looking trapped, without an ounce of belief that I can do anything to help him.
And sometimes I just wanna say, "Sunil, you' right. There's-there's nothing I can do."

Adorei Adele.