My son’s inpatient counselor was Gregg.  What do I say about Gregg?  Gregg was tough on my son, painfully tough…  Exactly what my son needed, I think.  I truly believe that years from now,when all this lunacy is but a memory (I pray every day that we’ll get to that place), Gregg is the one person who my son will remember most fondly.  Like one of those high school teachers who pushed you so hard, you thought you’d explode, but, it turned out, taught you more than any other teacher.  During his time at Penn, my son threw a few childish tantrums that, I believe, he intended as acts of rebellion.  It would have been easy for Gregg to excuse my son’s immaturity rather than deal with his contentious spirit, but Gregg refused to let my son’s little tirades slide by.  No indeed.  Gregg was tireless in forcing my son to accept responsibility for all his actions - big and small.

Interestingly, at the end of his interactions with Gregg, my son said that Gregg was one of the three people most influential on his new found journey to recovery.

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