"I thought even if I got five phone calls, I'd be happy," [Gary's friend] said. Instead, he got dozens of messages. He kept putting up fliers and received hundreds more calls, which he transfer to CD's for his friend to hear:The story says Gary is feeling somewhat better. If you want to participate, go here.
"Hey, how ya doing, Gary? I'm here sitting at Cafe Dante and I just was thinking about letting you know that I love you. Have a beautiful day."
"I love you, Gary. This is the sound of Brooklyn in the background. Peace."
"Hey, Gary. Just calling to say I love you. You pretty much have all of New York City rooting for you here. 'Bye."
Some callers stumbled awkwardly through their messages. Others made up little poems. One girl said that the flier reminded her to call her parents and tell them that she loved them too.
My advice to Gary: take those "I love you"s with an SSRI chaser; they'll be much more effective.