Luckily for me, my mother happens to work in a senior center, where she does multiple jobs such as conference calls, coordinating activities, being a chaperone on multiple field trips, etc. I usually go to my moms job at least once a week and I have also interned there last year. I know most of the seniors there either personally or through my mother. Now knowing the atmosphere of this particular senior center and having to connect it to the Illness and Dying unit, it comes as a challenge because this senior center is actually the opposite of what you'd expect a senior center to be.
Being in this place with a bunch of retired seniors, you would think from no previous experience that being in there would be nothing more than depressing, but that's not the case at all. In fact, the majority of the seniors in this venter just so happen to be legit happy people. This center provides multiple activities for the seniors to take part in. There's yoga, arts and crafts, movie days, various games, among many other things. SO it's no surprise to me that as I walk through this center, I see nothing but old, smiling faces.
The Illness and Dying unit had us explore what goes through a typical human mind and life when Illness and Death is forced into our lives. How does it change us emotionally, physically, mentally? What can we do to stop these negative things from happening? Do we fear Illness? Death? For me to go into this senior center, especially after going through this unit, I would think that with my new mindset, I would really see past these elders and see their actual sadness deep down inside. But honestly, I saw none whatsoever.
Then I got to thinking, sadness and sorrow doesn't have to be the only way to deal with Ilness, Dying or both for that matter. In fact, duing the unit we read a book that relates to these topics called "Tuesdays with Morrie". Of the many lessons I got out of this book, there's a quote that really grabbed me that I believe ALL people should live by. This quote makes me understand why these seniors are not sad and depressed about Dying, but are actually the complete opposite. The quote is " If you learn how to Die, you learn how to Live". This quote really did get my attention. It made me realize that fearing death takes so much negative energy and time that it can actually steal away quality time you have in your life. It made me relaize why these seniors are happy and are enjoying their lives without even giving too much serious thought to Illness and Dying. What these seniors and what that quote has proved to me even further, is that we all need to just live our lives and take on Illness and Dying full on IF it comes, God forbidding.
Thursday, January 27, 2011
HW 32 - Thoughts following illness & dying unit
To be honest, this Illness and Dying unit will probably be one of the very few units I keep with me that came from my time in school. This unit to me should be like everything else we learn in school, meaning that it actually matters. I mean, if something I'm learning is never going to be involved in my life ever again, why get myself involved with it in the first place?
This was a unit that deepened not only my learning, but as well as the topic itself of Illness and Dying. I felt like I was able to not only gain alot, but i was also able to share my own personal knowledge based on actual life experiences.
To me, although school overall is still very imporatnt, there is times (majority of time actually) that I dont see the point of many units in all 4 of the subjects I take. However, illness and Dying was a unit I most definilty enjoyed learning in.
This was a unit that deepened not only my learning, but as well as the topic itself of Illness and Dying. I felt like I was able to not only gain alot, but i was also able to share my own personal knowledge based on actual life experiences.
To me, although school overall is still very imporatnt, there is times (majority of time actually) that I dont see the point of many units in all 4 of the subjects I take. However, illness and Dying was a unit I most definilty enjoyed learning in.
Tuesday, January 18, 2011
HW 30 RE-DO
After hearing half our class share 2 minute speechs about what their project was about, I feel as thoigh my own project's topic may have been a bit off. So if this case is true, I would like to change my topic to sharing memories of being in the environment of a nursing home when I was younger.
My mom works in a senior center and sometimes, she makes house calls to a select few. When I was younger, my mother had a senior she would visit and care for at a nursing home. The senior's name was Wilma. I believe she was in her late 80's. While so was a very nice woman, i hated hearing from my mom on the days where I would have to tag along with her to the nursing home because after only one or two visits, i DESPISED it.
The smells, the sounds, everything that the nursing home contained I just didn't like. When my mom would buy me an after school snack on the way to the nursing home, I would make it my misssion to completly finish eating before we arrived because I didn't have the strength to eat ANYTHING when inside.
The seniors are really the only people I didn't have a problem with. All of them were nice and always had good things to say to me and my sister, since we were the youngest kids in there, or better yet the ONLY kids. I guess the Grand mother/father charm got turned on whenever they saw us. I remember there was always one lady in a wheelchair that would always say "God bless you children" everytime we arrived and left the home. I also remember being creeped out, but at the same time amused by this one old man. He always walked back and forth in the long hallway, ALWAYS. I never saw him sit down, eat meals, talk, nothing other than walk back and forth.
While I did mention that the people were nice, I just had a feeling of sadness whenever I was in there. Being on the outside of the nursing home felt like I was really far away. Once I entered, it was as if I was entering a new world. These seniors, they were old, weak, and helpless. They relied on the nurses for everything. It was just a sad place. I always felt like I was being punished on days i would have to go with my mom, although that wasn't the case as I was very young at the time.
Overall, these multiple visits gave me a first glabce on what nursing homes are like and what kind of people end up there. It pretty much relates to Illness and Dying because these people, they're either sick or close to their time of passing. While death is indeed not planned (in my opinion), you almost looked at these seniors and felt like they knew exactly when their time was coming, and that made me most sad.
My mom works in a senior center and sometimes, she makes house calls to a select few. When I was younger, my mother had a senior she would visit and care for at a nursing home. The senior's name was Wilma. I believe she was in her late 80's. While so was a very nice woman, i hated hearing from my mom on the days where I would have to tag along with her to the nursing home because after only one or two visits, i DESPISED it.
The smells, the sounds, everything that the nursing home contained I just didn't like. When my mom would buy me an after school snack on the way to the nursing home, I would make it my misssion to completly finish eating before we arrived because I didn't have the strength to eat ANYTHING when inside.
The seniors are really the only people I didn't have a problem with. All of them were nice and always had good things to say to me and my sister, since we were the youngest kids in there, or better yet the ONLY kids. I guess the Grand mother/father charm got turned on whenever they saw us. I remember there was always one lady in a wheelchair that would always say "God bless you children" everytime we arrived and left the home. I also remember being creeped out, but at the same time amused by this one old man. He always walked back and forth in the long hallway, ALWAYS. I never saw him sit down, eat meals, talk, nothing other than walk back and forth.
While I did mention that the people were nice, I just had a feeling of sadness whenever I was in there. Being on the outside of the nursing home felt like I was really far away. Once I entered, it was as if I was entering a new world. These seniors, they were old, weak, and helpless. They relied on the nurses for everything. It was just a sad place. I always felt like I was being punished on days i would have to go with my mom, although that wasn't the case as I was very young at the time.
Overall, these multiple visits gave me a first glabce on what nursing homes are like and what kind of people end up there. It pretty much relates to Illness and Dying because these people, they're either sick or close to their time of passing. While death is indeed not planned (in my opinion), you almost looked at these seniors and felt like they knew exactly when their time was coming, and that made me most sad.
Friday, January 14, 2011
HW 30 - Illness & Dying - Culminating Experiential Project
My original topic was supposed to be based upon interviewing people ablut their past/present issues with Health Insurance. Being that we have studied the topic with resources such as Michael Moore's "Sicko", I felt like it could've been an interestng project. Unfortunatly, I was unable to find anyone to interview within the given time. So instead, I will talk about experiences (including my own) about what people go through after losing someone to Death.
You would genrally think that when it comes to Sickness and Death, the worst of the pain and suffering goes to the persons who are actually sick and dying. While that is very true, they aren't the only ones suffering. Their loved ones have to go through watching helplessly as an important person in their lives is pretty much going through hell.
I personally have lost multiple relatives and have gone through the process of seeing them sick and eventualy pass. My grandmother on my fathers side had cancer when I was finishing middle school. I didn't really see her too much growing up, but I did see her enough to acknowledge her as a close relative. I remember going to her house all the way out in Pennslyvania, where she had a huge 7 bedroom, split level house. I remember her being pretty much a stereotypical grandmother to me: spoling me in every way, making delicious meals, making me feel safe, warm and welcome in her house. Although I kind of reduced contact with her as I got older, she was still my grandmother, and I still loved her. My father satme down one day and told me that grandma had cancer. I didn't know what to do with this news. All I knew was that he was taking my sister and I out to Pennslyvania for the first time in years to have somewhat of a reunion with my grandmother. I was sonfused, nervous, and overall anxious to finally see my grandmother again. But when I saw her, i wasn't prepared for what I was about to see.
NOTE: In society, the happening of Death and Illness can indeed change a person emotionally and menally. It dominates your mind and can change your process of thought. Death can be thought of as the stopping of life not only for the vitim, but for the victims loved ones surronding them in their lives.
My dad, sister and I walked into the sad, blank hospital room. And on the bed, was a lady, looking very sick, who was deep in her sleep. I was shocked to discover as I got closer that this woman was indeed my grandmother. I was completly shocked. She lost a LOT of weight and had a grey complextion. When my dad lightly shook her to wake her up, it seemed to be a struggle for her to even open her eyes. My dad then motioned for me and my sister to say hi and to hug her. I honeslty felt like I was hugging a complete stranger. I didn't feel like this was my grandmother. My grandmother was always moving around, had a high, positive tone in her voice, this lady in the hospital bed just couldn't be my grandma, but she was. After a lengthy visit, my dad took me and my sister back to my grandmother's house where we would be staying the night. Just like seeing my grandmother earlier, just being in the house didn't have that same warm and safe feeling that it did years back. After getting settled and having dinner, we went to bed.
NOTE: This is showing that sickness dominates a person menatally and physically. Some sicknesses are indeed worse than others. Those that are worse, in this case cancer, completly changed my grandmother physically and I could imagine mentally too. Illness invades your body, your health, your mind and you Life.
Before we were to head back home to New York, we stopped by the hospital one last time. I was better composed this time, as I knew what to expect to see. My grandmother looked like she didn't even move an inch from the posistion she was in the day before. AFter staying there for a while watching my dad talk to his mother, we said our goodbyes and headed back home. This whole experience definitly got me to see sickness in a different way. It complelty transformed my grandmother. I hoped that this was only scary, confusing experience I was going to go through, but I was wrong.
A month or so later, my dad sat me down for a second time. I had a feeling this was about grandma, since she was the topic at our last sitdown talk. However, the news this time around was that my grandmother had passed away. WHAT??!! That was my initial reaction. I just couldn't believe it. My grandmother was no longer on this Earth with me. I just didn't know how to take it. While this was happening, my dad informed me that we would be returning to Pennslyvania to attend her funeral. Once again, I was confused and nervous before and during the second road trip back to PA. All I kept thinking about was where exactly was my grandmother. Is she in Heaven? Is she still on her way there or did she get there already? Is she ok? Can she see me and hear my thoughts? Does she know that regardless of lost contact, that I still love her? ALl this thinking killed some time and eventually made the trip seem quicker and before I knew it, we were there. We first went to my grandmother's house, where we were greeted by my dads brothers; my uncles who I also lost contact with. They went on about how big me and my sister had gotten. AFter some catching up and planning with my dad and my uncles, we were off to the funeral parlor.
We arived in this spooky, quiet funeral parlor, which to me was pretty much like a haunted house. We were greetd by an old man who I guess was the coordinator there. He escorted all o us into this small room. All I saw were chairs facing me. And with one swift turn, I was startled at what I saw. The same lady who apprently was my grandmother who I saw in a hospital bed weeks ago, was laying down in a coffin. My eyes were opened wide to the max. My mouth, dropped. I just couldn't comprehend what I was seeing. I looked around the room and saw that the rest of my family were pretty much having the same reaction as I was. When I built up enough courage, I slowly stepped up close to the coffin where my grandmother was fast asleep. I studided her blank, white face, and to me she looked as though she could open her eyes and this all could've been a joke or something (a pretty sick joke at that). But deep down, I've come to understand that this was no joke, no dream, it was very real. AFter a few days of spending practically our whole time in the parlor, seeing my grandmother's friends and loved ones come pay their respects, and going through a very emotional funeral, it was time to once again go home, only this time, I wouldn't come back to my grandmother, back to her warm safe house. This was it.
NOTE: This shows the domination of a funeral parlor and other settings that surrond itself with Death. It's almost as if Death is another world in itself. Death and Illness is the line in the sand between society/reality and this mysterious other world (Death).
The sickness and death of my grandmother was the first time I lost a relative and was aware of it. I was feeling these new feelings for the first time. I was feeling sorrow, confususion, even a little gulit. This experience, although sad, was good for me. It opened my eyes to a huge part ofLife, which is Death. It made me appreciate my life more. Every year when I ride all the way to Pennslyvania to pay respects to my grandmother's grave, I remember the whole process I went through. Even when she was sick and eventually passed away, my grandma taught me a lesson I will always hold close to me. It's that you only have one life, and that you should always make the most of it. Chase your dreas, meet as many people as you can, make your loved ones know that you indeed love them, and just LIVE your LIFE.
You would genrally think that when it comes to Sickness and Death, the worst of the pain and suffering goes to the persons who are actually sick and dying. While that is very true, they aren't the only ones suffering. Their loved ones have to go through watching helplessly as an important person in their lives is pretty much going through hell.
I personally have lost multiple relatives and have gone through the process of seeing them sick and eventualy pass. My grandmother on my fathers side had cancer when I was finishing middle school. I didn't really see her too much growing up, but I did see her enough to acknowledge her as a close relative. I remember going to her house all the way out in Pennslyvania, where she had a huge 7 bedroom, split level house. I remember her being pretty much a stereotypical grandmother to me: spoling me in every way, making delicious meals, making me feel safe, warm and welcome in her house. Although I kind of reduced contact with her as I got older, she was still my grandmother, and I still loved her. My father satme down one day and told me that grandma had cancer. I didn't know what to do with this news. All I knew was that he was taking my sister and I out to Pennslyvania for the first time in years to have somewhat of a reunion with my grandmother. I was sonfused, nervous, and overall anxious to finally see my grandmother again. But when I saw her, i wasn't prepared for what I was about to see.
NOTE: In society, the happening of Death and Illness can indeed change a person emotionally and menally. It dominates your mind and can change your process of thought. Death can be thought of as the stopping of life not only for the vitim, but for the victims loved ones surronding them in their lives.
My dad, sister and I walked into the sad, blank hospital room. And on the bed, was a lady, looking very sick, who was deep in her sleep. I was shocked to discover as I got closer that this woman was indeed my grandmother. I was completly shocked. She lost a LOT of weight and had a grey complextion. When my dad lightly shook her to wake her up, it seemed to be a struggle for her to even open her eyes. My dad then motioned for me and my sister to say hi and to hug her. I honeslty felt like I was hugging a complete stranger. I didn't feel like this was my grandmother. My grandmother was always moving around, had a high, positive tone in her voice, this lady in the hospital bed just couldn't be my grandma, but she was. After a lengthy visit, my dad took me and my sister back to my grandmother's house where we would be staying the night. Just like seeing my grandmother earlier, just being in the house didn't have that same warm and safe feeling that it did years back. After getting settled and having dinner, we went to bed.
NOTE: This is showing that sickness dominates a person menatally and physically. Some sicknesses are indeed worse than others. Those that are worse, in this case cancer, completly changed my grandmother physically and I could imagine mentally too. Illness invades your body, your health, your mind and you Life.
Before we were to head back home to New York, we stopped by the hospital one last time. I was better composed this time, as I knew what to expect to see. My grandmother looked like she didn't even move an inch from the posistion she was in the day before. AFter staying there for a while watching my dad talk to his mother, we said our goodbyes and headed back home. This whole experience definitly got me to see sickness in a different way. It complelty transformed my grandmother. I hoped that this was only scary, confusing experience I was going to go through, but I was wrong.
A month or so later, my dad sat me down for a second time. I had a feeling this was about grandma, since she was the topic at our last sitdown talk. However, the news this time around was that my grandmother had passed away. WHAT??!! That was my initial reaction. I just couldn't believe it. My grandmother was no longer on this Earth with me. I just didn't know how to take it. While this was happening, my dad informed me that we would be returning to Pennslyvania to attend her funeral. Once again, I was confused and nervous before and during the second road trip back to PA. All I kept thinking about was where exactly was my grandmother. Is she in Heaven? Is she still on her way there or did she get there already? Is she ok? Can she see me and hear my thoughts? Does she know that regardless of lost contact, that I still love her? ALl this thinking killed some time and eventually made the trip seem quicker and before I knew it, we were there. We first went to my grandmother's house, where we were greeted by my dads brothers; my uncles who I also lost contact with. They went on about how big me and my sister had gotten. AFter some catching up and planning with my dad and my uncles, we were off to the funeral parlor.
We arived in this spooky, quiet funeral parlor, which to me was pretty much like a haunted house. We were greetd by an old man who I guess was the coordinator there. He escorted all o us into this small room. All I saw were chairs facing me. And with one swift turn, I was startled at what I saw. The same lady who apprently was my grandmother who I saw in a hospital bed weeks ago, was laying down in a coffin. My eyes were opened wide to the max. My mouth, dropped. I just couldn't comprehend what I was seeing. I looked around the room and saw that the rest of my family were pretty much having the same reaction as I was. When I built up enough courage, I slowly stepped up close to the coffin where my grandmother was fast asleep. I studided her blank, white face, and to me she looked as though she could open her eyes and this all could've been a joke or something (a pretty sick joke at that). But deep down, I've come to understand that this was no joke, no dream, it was very real. AFter a few days of spending practically our whole time in the parlor, seeing my grandmother's friends and loved ones come pay their respects, and going through a very emotional funeral, it was time to once again go home, only this time, I wouldn't come back to my grandmother, back to her warm safe house. This was it.
NOTE: This shows the domination of a funeral parlor and other settings that surrond itself with Death. It's almost as if Death is another world in itself. Death and Illness is the line in the sand between society/reality and this mysterious other world (Death).
The sickness and death of my grandmother was the first time I lost a relative and was aware of it. I was feeling these new feelings for the first time. I was feeling sorrow, confususion, even a little gulit. This experience, although sad, was good for me. It opened my eyes to a huge part ofLife, which is Death. It made me appreciate my life more. Every year when I ride all the way to Pennslyvania to pay respects to my grandmother's grave, I remember the whole process I went through. Even when she was sick and eventually passed away, my grandma taught me a lesson I will always hold close to me. It's that you only have one life, and that you should always make the most of it. Chase your dreas, meet as many people as you can, make your loved ones know that you indeed love them, and just LIVE your LIFE.
Sunday, December 19, 2010
HW 25 - Response to Sicko
I'm not that patriotic. But when it comes to the point of supporting my country, I'll go all out. I feel that America is the number one country in the whole world. We are the strongest, most united country and no other nation could ever bring us down. America is the land of the free, the home of the brave and this country takes very good care of it's people. However, Michael Moore's "Sicko" proves America definitly has some major gaps that need filling.
Apparently, United States healthcare is one of the worst in the wolrd, with just about FIFTY MILLION americans not having health insurance. WHAT?! It's sad but true, America is indeed struggling in the health department. There are many cases in which Americans don't get the treatment they need for themselves or loved ones, leading to unfortunate results.
A mother who was looking for treatment for her daughter was turned down due to her not having the proper insurance. Even in a serious state in which her daughter was in, the woman was still repeatly denied. After arguing back and forth, she brought her daughter to a hospital that would tend to her daughter, but it was too late, and the young girl died. Another disgraceful situation in where first responders from 9/11 are also turned down for needed treatments based uopn their lack of "proper healthcare".
This ridiculous way of health insurance has Ameircans having to change their lives just to survive mediacally. One woman traveled to Canada to "marry" her Canadian friend in order to get canadian healthcare(which is free) for her and her son. Another case sees a group of Americans being interviewed by film maker Michael Moore in France, where they permanently moved due to France also having beneficial healthcare.
After the release of "Sicko", Michael Moore and the film itself received huge negative reactions due to its apparent "screwing" of the U.S. However, thats only because whats in Moore's film is true. In fact, a father who was looking to get surgery for his daughters hearing, threatened his health insurance company and said he would exploit the company and its higher CEO. After some scary threats in the insurance company's eyes. they had a "change of heart" and decided to go ahead with the surgery, free of charge, how nice are they?
Overall, this movie had me pretty concerned about America and its healthcare system. This strong country, which I still proudly live in, is kind of letting me down on this topic. This is something that needs to get fixed right away because if not, I do believe that down the line, this could be a hypothetical reason in America having a hypothetical downfall.
Apparently, United States healthcare is one of the worst in the wolrd, with just about FIFTY MILLION americans not having health insurance. WHAT?! It's sad but true, America is indeed struggling in the health department. There are many cases in which Americans don't get the treatment they need for themselves or loved ones, leading to unfortunate results.
A mother who was looking for treatment for her daughter was turned down due to her not having the proper insurance. Even in a serious state in which her daughter was in, the woman was still repeatly denied. After arguing back and forth, she brought her daughter to a hospital that would tend to her daughter, but it was too late, and the young girl died. Another disgraceful situation in where first responders from 9/11 are also turned down for needed treatments based uopn their lack of "proper healthcare".
This ridiculous way of health insurance has Ameircans having to change their lives just to survive mediacally. One woman traveled to Canada to "marry" her Canadian friend in order to get canadian healthcare(which is free) for her and her son. Another case sees a group of Americans being interviewed by film maker Michael Moore in France, where they permanently moved due to France also having beneficial healthcare.
After the release of "Sicko", Michael Moore and the film itself received huge negative reactions due to its apparent "screwing" of the U.S. However, thats only because whats in Moore's film is true. In fact, a father who was looking to get surgery for his daughters hearing, threatened his health insurance company and said he would exploit the company and its higher CEO. After some scary threats in the insurance company's eyes. they had a "change of heart" and decided to go ahead with the surgery, free of charge, how nice are they?
Overall, this movie had me pretty concerned about America and its healthcare system. This strong country, which I still proudly live in, is kind of letting me down on this topic. This is something that needs to get fixed right away because if not, I do believe that down the line, this could be a hypothetical reason in America having a hypothetical downfall.
Friday, December 17, 2010
HW 24 - Illness & Dying Book, Part 3
"Tuesdays with Morrie"
by Mitch Albom
This book to be honest, is the first book that I actually have been reading and interested in for a long time. I guess n=being that the general trending topic in the story is Death and being grateful for life, I mean, who wouldn't be interested (unless you are a seriously living under a rock). But anyways, i found this book to be a great read. The story is about Mitch, a middle aged sports writer who feels his life is kind of empty. He has fond memories of college and his old, unique professor, Morrie, who he referred to as "Coach". Believing this time in his life is nothing but a memory, Mitch goes on with life, with no intention of going back in time. meanwhile, his old professor, Morrie, has become very sick, dramatically changing physically, but not mentally. Morrie has become more mentally strong because of his sickness because he's in a position in which he sees and feels how much life really means and is to him. Morrie then has a chain of events that happen to him, which lead him to apper on a Nightline talkshow to talk about his Illness. That's how student and teacher reunite.
Over the next few months, Mitch the student reconnects with Morrie the teacher on a journey to the subject of Life. They talk about different topics every week, every TUESDAY, ranging from Death, Illness, Money, Power, Fear, etc. Morrie is in a situation where he sees Life in a different light, and is therefore able to somewhat open Mitch's eyes to what Life is really about. In this process, Mitch, who represents a pretty major portion of the worlds population, learns that Life shouldn't be taken for granted and that its much more than society has made it out to be, like making alot of money.
To me, i think the author's purpose was to get what happened to Mitch( who is the author) in the heads of alot of people, or at least those who read the book. After reading this book, I persobnally have learned alot of insight on what Life really is and how growing up in modern society may have blinded me from the truth at some points. Also, I like how the book explores the subject of death. On the matter of fear of death, there is a quote that will always be on my mind, which is "when you learn how to die, you learn how to live". This quote is saying that you can't spend many hours of your lifetime fearing death or not wanting it to happen because its going to happen regardless. Believe it or not, death is apart of life, so thats just more inspriration to go out into the wolrd, show people and yourself who you truly are and just try and accomplish as much as possible.
This book was quite honestly one of the greatest reads that I've had in a very long time. With that said, a book like this also teaches me a little something on the subject of reading, that being it could become more sucessful if the read text could connect in apositive, impactful way to the reader, making the reading experience that much sweeter. "Tuesdays with morrie" did just that for me, which is why i actually enjoyed reading the book based on multiple personal connections to it, rather than having to feel forced to read it as part of a school assignment.
by Mitch Albom
This book to be honest, is the first book that I actually have been reading and interested in for a long time. I guess n=being that the general trending topic in the story is Death and being grateful for life, I mean, who wouldn't be interested (unless you are a seriously living under a rock). But anyways, i found this book to be a great read. The story is about Mitch, a middle aged sports writer who feels his life is kind of empty. He has fond memories of college and his old, unique professor, Morrie, who he referred to as "Coach". Believing this time in his life is nothing but a memory, Mitch goes on with life, with no intention of going back in time. meanwhile, his old professor, Morrie, has become very sick, dramatically changing physically, but not mentally. Morrie has become more mentally strong because of his sickness because he's in a position in which he sees and feels how much life really means and is to him. Morrie then has a chain of events that happen to him, which lead him to apper on a Nightline talkshow to talk about his Illness. That's how student and teacher reunite.
Over the next few months, Mitch the student reconnects with Morrie the teacher on a journey to the subject of Life. They talk about different topics every week, every TUESDAY, ranging from Death, Illness, Money, Power, Fear, etc. Morrie is in a situation where he sees Life in a different light, and is therefore able to somewhat open Mitch's eyes to what Life is really about. In this process, Mitch, who represents a pretty major portion of the worlds population, learns that Life shouldn't be taken for granted and that its much more than society has made it out to be, like making alot of money.
To me, i think the author's purpose was to get what happened to Mitch( who is the author) in the heads of alot of people, or at least those who read the book. After reading this book, I persobnally have learned alot of insight on what Life really is and how growing up in modern society may have blinded me from the truth at some points. Also, I like how the book explores the subject of death. On the matter of fear of death, there is a quote that will always be on my mind, which is "when you learn how to die, you learn how to live". This quote is saying that you can't spend many hours of your lifetime fearing death or not wanting it to happen because its going to happen regardless. Believe it or not, death is apart of life, so thats just more inspriration to go out into the wolrd, show people and yourself who you truly are and just try and accomplish as much as possible.
This book was quite honestly one of the greatest reads that I've had in a very long time. With that said, a book like this also teaches me a little something on the subject of reading, that being it could become more sucessful if the read text could connect in apositive, impactful way to the reader, making the reading experience that much sweeter. "Tuesdays with morrie" did just that for me, which is why i actually enjoyed reading the book based on multiple personal connections to it, rather than having to feel forced to read it as part of a school assignment.
HW 23 - Illness & Dying Book, Part 2
Continuing to read "Tuesdays with Morrie" gives me sources to expand my own ideas about the general topic of Death and Illness. At this point in the book, which is basically in the middle, topics are spoken about that quite honestly open my ears alot.
For example, on the subject of Death and how to deal with its unknown arrival, Morrie makes a point that is first surprising, but then understandable. He says " When you learn how to die, you leanrn how to live" (pg. 82). This to me is a very strong statment. At first thought, death could actually be a very scary thing. i know it was for me as I was younger. However, it's wrong to take a big chunk of your life to be scared of death. So, Morrie's point is that once you come to terms with death, which is its not that bad and its gonna happen reagradless, you should just accept it and be happy with your life until its over.
Another example, which is pretty similar to the first one, was morrie's insight on aging. Similar to death itself, aging to some people could be a fearful thought. Most people would probably like to stay young forever. However, Morrie states that this isn't the best way to go, and there is in fact great benefit from aging. " it's very simple. As you grow, you learn more. If you stayed at twenty-two, you'd be as ignorant as you were at twenty-two. Aging is not just decay, you know. it's growth"(pg. 118). This statment really doea alot for me. There's no doubt that there are times where I miss my childhood. But if i had an actual chance, there would be NO way I'd give up growing up just to stay young forever. Growing up to me is exciting, its fun.
A third topic that was disscussed in "Tuesdays with Morrie" was how money can't be a dependent substitute for happiness, for life. People may look as money as a way out. Its not just money, some people turn to drugs, alchohol, working too much, etc. There's always another way out in peoples minds, but their wrong. Love and tenderness, according to Morrie,l is the way to go. "Money is not a substitute for tenderness and power is not a substitute for tenderness. I can tell you, I'm sitting here dying, when you most need it, neither money nor powerwill give you the feeling you're looking for, no matter how much of them you have" (pg. 125). This quote to me, makes a huge point. People may take some of lifes "treasures" as the real treasures for the soul, but really, they're fakes. Love and tenderness, the real thing, from family, friends and significant others are the way to go. You may also have that one goal in life that you want to accomplish to badly, its all about the LOVE for it. This basically says that you can't take things for granted and shouldn't be fooled and that listening to your heart is the way to go.
For example, on the subject of Death and how to deal with its unknown arrival, Morrie makes a point that is first surprising, but then understandable. He says " When you learn how to die, you leanrn how to live" (pg. 82). This to me is a very strong statment. At first thought, death could actually be a very scary thing. i know it was for me as I was younger. However, it's wrong to take a big chunk of your life to be scared of death. So, Morrie's point is that once you come to terms with death, which is its not that bad and its gonna happen reagradless, you should just accept it and be happy with your life until its over.
Another example, which is pretty similar to the first one, was morrie's insight on aging. Similar to death itself, aging to some people could be a fearful thought. Most people would probably like to stay young forever. However, Morrie states that this isn't the best way to go, and there is in fact great benefit from aging. " it's very simple. As you grow, you learn more. If you stayed at twenty-two, you'd be as ignorant as you were at twenty-two. Aging is not just decay, you know. it's growth"(pg. 118). This statment really doea alot for me. There's no doubt that there are times where I miss my childhood. But if i had an actual chance, there would be NO way I'd give up growing up just to stay young forever. Growing up to me is exciting, its fun.
A third topic that was disscussed in "Tuesdays with Morrie" was how money can't be a dependent substitute for happiness, for life. People may look as money as a way out. Its not just money, some people turn to drugs, alchohol, working too much, etc. There's always another way out in peoples minds, but their wrong. Love and tenderness, according to Morrie,l is the way to go. "Money is not a substitute for tenderness and power is not a substitute for tenderness. I can tell you, I'm sitting here dying, when you most need it, neither money nor powerwill give you the feeling you're looking for, no matter how much of them you have" (pg. 125). This quote to me, makes a huge point. People may take some of lifes "treasures" as the real treasures for the soul, but really, they're fakes. Love and tenderness, the real thing, from family, friends and significant others are the way to go. You may also have that one goal in life that you want to accomplish to badly, its all about the LOVE for it. This basically says that you can't take things for granted and shouldn't be fooled and that listening to your heart is the way to go.
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