The doctors said the baby is okay. They stopped the early labor with medication, but she’s going to be in the hospital for observation for at least another week. She told me to come to the show. She said I was driving her crazy pacing around the hospital room and that I should go do my job. She practically pushed me out of the hospital.
So, I drove straight here. I haven’t showered. I haven’t changed clothes. I probably smell terrible, but I’m here and I can play. I know all the songs. You don’t need the substitute guy. I can do the show. Neil looked at Richard carefully. The basist was a mess, clearly operating on pure adrenaline and fear.
His hands were shaking as he held his base case. Neil could see that Richard was in no condition to perform. He was exhausted, stressed, and emotionally wrecked. But more importantly, Neil could see that Richard was here out of guilt and obligation, not because he wanted to be here or because it was the right place for him to be.
Richard felt like he was letting Neil down by being at the hospital instead of at the show. And that guilt had driven him to leave his wife when she clearly needed him, even if she had told him to go. Neil put his hand on Richard’s shoulder and said five words that would echo in Richard’s memory for the rest of his life. Richard, go home right now.
Richard’s face crumpled. But Neil, the show I can play. I promise I won’t mess up. I Neil interrupted him firmly but gently. Richard, stop. Listen to me. Your wife is in a hospital bed worried about your baby who tried to come a month early. Do you really think she wants you here? Do you really think the most important thing right now is playing bass at a concert? She told you to come here because she knows you feel guilty, and she doesn’t want you to lose your job.
But Richard, you know what’s more important than this show, than any show, than this entire tour? Your son and your wife’s life.” Richard stood frozen, tears starting to stream down his face. Neil continued, his voice full of compassion, but also completely certain. 18,000 people are going to have a great time tonight.
Whether you play bass or the substitute guy plays bass. They came to hear the songs, not to watch who’s holding the bass guitar. But your wife only has one husband and your son only has one father. They need you, Richard. Not tomorrow, not next week, right now. So, here’s what you’re going to do.
You’re going to turn around, get back in your car, drive back to that hospital, and you’re going to be with Patricia. You’re going to hold her hand. You’re going to tell her everything is going to be okay and you’re going to be there when your son is born. Neil paused, then added, “And Richard, you’re not coming back to this tour until Patricia and the baby are home safe and settled.
I don’t want to see you at a concert for at least 3 weeks. Pack your things, take care of your family, and don’t worry about the base parts. We’ll cover everything. When you come back, your job will be waiting for you. But right now, your job is being a husband and a father, not a basist. Do you understand me? Richard was openly crying now, unable to speak.
He had been operating under so much stress and guilt, feeling like he was failing everyone, failing Neil by not being at the concert, failing Patricia by leaving the hospital. And here was Neil Diamond, one of the biggest stars in music, telling him that his family was more important than a soldout concert at the forum.
If you had been Richard in that moment, receiving that kind of compassion from your boss when you expected to be fired or yelled at, how would you have felt? Share your thoughts in the comments. Richard finally managed to speak through his tears. Neil, I don’t know what to say. Thank you doesn’t seem like enough. You could replace me.
You could be angry that I’m unreliable. But instead, you’re telling me to go be with my family. I’ve never had anyone prioritize my life over their business like this. Neil pulled Richard into a hug, something he didn’t do often with his band members. But this moment called for it. Richard, you’re not just my basist. You’re my friend.
I know how long you and Patricia have been trying to have this baby. I know what this means to you. No concert, no tour, no amount of money is worth you missing the birth of your son or not being there when your wife is scared in a hospital bed. Music will always be here. These moments with your family, you only get them once.
Don’t miss them for a show. Neil released Richard from the hug and said, “Now go drive carefully. You’re exhausted.” And Richard, “Call me from the hospital when the baby is born. I don’t care if it’s 3:00 in the morning. I want to know that Patricia and your son are okay.” Richard nodded, wiping his eyes, picked up his base case, and walked toward the exit.
He stopped once, turned back to look at Neil, and said, “You’re a good man, Neil. Better than people know.” Then he left, walking out of the forum and back to his car, his steps lighter than they had been in days, because someone had given him permission to prioritize what truly mattered. The concert that night went perfectly.
The substitute basis did a professional job. The 18,000 fans sang along to every song, and Neil delivered a performance that got rave reviews in the Los Angeles Times the next day. But Neil’s mind was partially on Richard and Patricia throughout the show. Between songs during the moments when he was talking to the audience, Neil found himself thinking about his own children, about how fast they grew up, about how important it was to be present for the big moments in life.
Neil had been guilty in his own marriages of prioritizing his career over his family, something he regretted deeply. He wasn’t going to let Richard make the same mistakes. 3 days later, at 2:15 in the morning on August 15, Neil’s hotel phone rang. He was in San Francisco for the next concert on the tour.
He grabbed the phone, still half asleep, and heard Richard’s voice on the other end. But this time, the voice was filled with joy instead of panic. Neil, he’s here. Patricia gave birth an hour ago. 8 lb 3 oz. Healthy. Perfect. She’s okay, too. Everything went smoothly. They’re both going to be fine. Neil, I have a son. I’m a father.
Neil sat up in bed, fully awake now, smiling in the darkness of his hotel room. Richard, that’s incredible. Congratulations. What’s his name? There was a pause on the other end of the line. Then Richard said, “That’s actually why I’m calling so late besides just sharing the news. Patricia and I had been debating names for months. Couldn’t agree on anything.
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But after what you did 3 days ago after you sent me back to be with her when I was too guilty and stupid to do it myself, we both agreed on the name. If you’ll allow us the honor, we’d like to name him Neil. Neil Richard Collins after you.” Neil felt his throat tighten with emotion. He had received many honors in his career, awards and recognition and praise.
But having someone name their child after him felt different, more personal and meaningful than any trophy. Richard, I’m honored. Truly honored. But you don’t have to do that. You should name your son what feels right to you and Patricia, not feel obligated because Richard interrupted Neil. It’s not obligation. It’s gratitude and respect.
You showed me what really matters in life. You gave me permission to be a father when I was too caught up in work to see clearly. You put my family ahead of your business. That’s not something I’ll ever forget. Having our son carry your name is a way of remembering that lesson every single day.
So, please say yes. Neil wiped his eyes, grateful that Richard couldn’t see him getting emotional over the phone. Yes, of course. Yes, I’m honored, Richard. Thank you. Give Patricia my love and tell her I’m proud of both of you and hug little Neil for me. Richard laughed. I will. And Neil, one more thing. Patricia and I were talking and we’d like you to be his godfather if you’re willing.
We know you’re busy. We know you have your own family, but you’re important to us and we want you to be part of our son’s life. What do you say? Neil was quiet for a moment, overwhelmed. Being asked to be a godfather was a serious responsibility, not something to accept lightly. But looking at the situation, at this family that he had been able to help in a small way, at this new life that had been named after him, Neil felt that this was something he was meant to do.
Richard, I’d be honored to be little Neil’s godfather. Absolutely honored. When you guys are ready, when Patricia and the baby are home and settled, I’ll come visit. I want to meet my godson officially. True to his word, Neil gave Richard three full weeks off from the tour. The band continued performing with the substitute basist and while he was competent, everyone agreed it wasn’t the same without Richard.
But Neil never once complained or pressured Richard to come back early. He called Richard every few days to check on Patricia and the baby, asking about feeding schedules and sleep patterns and all the mundane details of new parenthood that people without kids often find boring. But that meant everything to new parents.
When Richard finally returned to the tour in early September, he looked like a different person. He was exhausted from sleepless nights with a newborn, but he was also radiantly happy in a way Neil had never seen him before. The band threw a small celebration backstage before the concert in Denver with a cake that said, “Welcome back, Daddy.
” and gifts for the baby. Neil gave Richard and Patricia a generous check to start a college fund for little Neil. along with a handwritten note that said, “For Neil Richard Collins from his godfather, may he grow up knowing that family always comes first.” The official baptism happened in October 1977 at a small church in Richard and Patricia’s hometown outside Los Angeles.
Neil flew in specifically for the ceremony, even though he had a rare day off from touring. He stood at the baptismal font as the priest performed the ceremony, holding little Neil, who was now 2 months old, and making the promises that godp parentents make to look out for the child’s spiritual and moral welfare. It was a simple ceremony with just family and close friends.
Nothing fancy or celebrity focused, exactly the way Richard and Patricia wanted it. After the baptism, they had a small lunch at Richard and Patricia’s modest home. Neil sat in their living room holding baby Neil, looking down at this tiny human who carried his name and for whom he was now spiritually responsible. Patricia, watching Neil with her son, said, “You know, when Richard called you from the hospital that first night, he was terrified you’d fire him.
He thought missing the forum concert would be the end of his career with you. Instead, you gave him the greatest gift anyone has ever given us. You gave him permission to be present for the most important moment of our lives. Most bosses, most celebrities, they would have demanded he show up to work no matter what.
But you saw us as people, not as employees. That meant everything. Neil looked up from the baby. Patricia, I learned a long time ago, too late for my own first marriage, honestly, that there will always be another concert, another tour, another opportunity to perform. But you only get one chance to see your child born.
One chance to be there when your wife needs you in a moment of fear and uncertainty. Richard’s bass playing is excellent, but he’s replaceable in the band. As a husband and father, he’s irreplaceable. That was an easy decision for me. Richard, who had been listening from the kitchen, came into the living room with tears in his eyes again.
Neil, I need to tell you something I’ve never told you before. When I was growing up, my father was a traveling salesman. He was gone constantly, always choosing work over family. He missed my birthdays, my school plays, important moments because he was always chasing the next sale. When he died 10 years ago, I realized he had made a lot of money, but missed everything that mattered.
I promised myself I’d never be like him. But when Patricia went into early labor, I fell right into that same trap. I was ready to abandon her to play a concert. You stopped me from making my father’s mistake. You saved me from becoming someone I never wanted to be. Neil handed baby Neil back to Patricia and stood up to face Richard.
Your father probably thought he was doing the right thing, providing for his family the only way he knew how. But times are changing. We’re learning that being present is more valuable than any paycheck. I’m glad I could help you see that before it was too late. And Richard, if this ever happens again, if Patricia or your son need you, I want you to know right now that you have my permission to leave any concert, any recording session, any commitment to be with your family.
That’s a standing offer, no questions asked. Over the years, Neil kept his promise to be an active godfather to little Neil Collins. He sent birthday and Christmas gifts every year, called on important occasions, and visited the family when his touring schedule brought him to Los Angeles. He watched little Neil grow from a baby to a toddler to a child.
He attended little Neil’s sixth birthday party in 1983, his elementary school graduation in 1989, his high school graduation in 1995. Neil wasn’t able to be at every event because of his career, but he was present for the major milestones and more importantly he was a constant supportive presence in the background of the Collins family’s life.
Richard continued playing bass with Neil Diamond for 15 more years until 1992 when he decided to retire from touring to spend more time with his family. By then, Patricia and Richard had two more children. Both daughters and Richard wanted to be present for their childhood in a way that touring made difficult.
Neil understood completely and helped Richard transition into studio work and session playing that kept him in Los Angeles full-time. They remained close friends and Richard occasionally played on Neil’s recordings even after leaving the touring band. Little Neil Collins grew up knowing the story of how he got his name and how his godfather had sent his father back to the hospital on the night of a soldout concert.
As he got older, he understood more deeply what that decision meant. How rare it was for someone powerful to prioritize the well-being of an employee over business needs. The story shaped little Neil’s own values and his career choices. He became a family therapist, dedicating his life to helping families communicate better and prioritize what truly matters.
He often told his clients about his godfather’s five words, “Go home right now.” simple words that contained a profound truth about priorities and values. In 2012, little Neil Collins, now 35 years old and a respected therapist with his own family, organized a 35th birthday celebration. He invited a small group of family and close friends and made sure his godfather Neil Diamond could attend.
At the party, in front of everyone, he gave a speech. When I was born, my parents named me after a man who showed them what really matters in life. My godfather sent my dad back to be with my mom when I was trying to be born a month early. He could have been angry, could have fired my dad, could have prioritized his business over our family.
Instead, he said five words that my parents have told me about my entire life. Go home right now. Those five words taught me that family comes first, that people are more important than profit, that being present is more valuable than any achievement. Little Neil continued, “I became a therapist because of those five words, because I wanted to help other families learn what my godfather taught my parents.
Every day in my practice, I meet people who are struggling with work life balance, who feel guilty for taking time for family, who think success means sacrifice. I tell them about the night my godfather sent my dad back to the hospital. I tell them that real success is being there for the moments that matter.
I tell them that 35 years ago, one of the most famous musicians in America stopped his own concert preparation to tell his basist that a baby was more important than a show. That story has helped hundreds of families rep prioritize their lives. Neil Diamond, now 71 years old, stood up to respond. Neil, I did what any decent person would do.
Your father was panicking, torn between duty and family, and I just pointed him in the right direction. But hearing how that moment rippled out, how it influenced your career and now influences the families you help, that’s humbling. It reminds me that we never know the full impact of our choices.
That night at the forum, I just wanted Richard to be with Patricia. I had no idea it would shape a whole life and career, that it would help hundreds of other families through your therapy work. That’s incredible. The party continued with laughter and stories. Three generations of the Collins family and Neil Diamond, the godfather who had been present for all the important moments.
As the evening wound down, Neil Diamond and Richard Collins, now 67 years old and long retired from music, sat together in Richard’s backyard. They watched little Neil playing with his own children, the next generation, and reflected on how 35 years had passed since that panicked night in August 1977. Richard said quietly, “Neil, I’ve thanked you a thousand times over the years for sending me home that night, but I don’t think I’ve ever fully expressed what it meant.
You gave me my family. You gave me my son’s birth, my daughter’s childhoods, all the moments I would have missed if I’d chosen career over family. You taught me how to be a good father by showing me what a good man does. Thank you. Neil put his hand on Richard’s shoulder, the same gesture he had made 35 years ago in that hallway at the forum.
Richard, you would have figured it out eventually. You’re a good man. I just gave you permission to be what you already were, but I’m grateful I could be part of your family’s story. Being your son’s godfather has been one of the greatest honors of my life. Watching him grow up, seeing the man he became, knowing I played a small part in that, that means more to me than any gold record or soldout concert ever could.
This is the true story of how a basist arrived 2 hours late to a soldout Neil Diamond concert. And how Neil Diamond’s five words, go home right now, changed a family forever. It’s a story about compassion in business, about prioritizing people over profit, about the ripple effects of choosing humanity over convenience, and about how sometimes the most important thing a leader can do is give someone permission to take care of what truly matters.
It’s a reminder that success isn’t measured only in achievements and accolades, but in the lives we touch and the values we demonstrate when difficult choices arise. If this story touched your heart like it touched mine, let me know in the comments what you think about Neil Diamond’s decision to send Richard home.
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