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]]>22Then Jesus said to his disciples: “Therefore I tell you, do not worry about your life, what you will eat; or about your body, what you will wear.23For life is more than food, and the body more than clothes. 24Consider the ravens: They do not sow or reap, they have no storeroom or barn; yet God feeds them. And how much more valuable you are than birds! 25Who of you by worrying can add a single hour to your life? 26Since you cannot do this very little thing, why do you worry about the rest?
27Consider how the wild flowers grow. They do not labor or spin. Yet I tell you, not even Solomon in all his splendor was dressed like one of these.28If that is how God clothes the grass of the field, which is here today, and tomorrow is thrown into the fire, how much more will he clothe you—you of little faith! 29And do not set your heart on what you will eat or drink; do not worry about it. 30For the pagan world runs after all such things, and your Father knows that you need them. 31But seek his kingdom, and these things will be given to you as well.
In the 12th chapter of Luke, Jesus alternates between speaking to a large crowd and teaching his disciples privately in this very public setting. In verses 22 through 30, using two lessons from nature, Jesus attempts to teach his disciples the fruitlessness and folly of worry. He shares the secret to handling the paralyzing grip of worry and selfishness: All we need to do is to put our lives into the protective and comforting hands of God the Father.
In the first vignette, God cares for the birds of the field (ravens or crows depending upon which version of Scriptures you use). Ravens and crows are scavengers and generally considered nuisances and pests. However, God takes care of them. That should give all of us hope and comfort.
In the second vignette, wild flowers or lilies (depending upon the version of Scriptures you use) are favorably compared with the splendor of Solomon, his palace and its royal trappings. We all know that all flowers are very temporary. They eventually wither and die. The remains of the flowers are either left to decompose and become part of the ground for the next crop of flowers, or they are gathered up and burnt, with the ashes scattered to the winds. Finally, time erases the signs of their presence and they are remembered no more. However, God gives these temporary plants as much beauty and concern as the royal trappings with which Solomon surrounded himself. We don’t need to be overly-concerned with the way we look and dress. God will provide us with our basic needs. [Note: I believe the key word in the preceding sentence is “overly-concerned.” We do need to dress modestly and appropriately for the occasion. Other people may judge us by the way we look, but God judges us for what is in our hearts.]
In these two vignettes and in other scripture passages Christ, during his earthly ministry, used examples from nature to teach us practical lessons. Some of these include the parable of the sower, the lesson of the mustard seed, and the lesson of the size of the harvest. God, speaking through writers of Job and the Psalms, used examples from nature to teach us practical lessons.
In Christian higher education, we have often used the phrase “All truth is God’s truth.” Arthur Holmes, in his book by this same title, uses the creation or cultural mandate given to Adam as license to search for truth wherever we might find it. We do not need to be afraid of truth. However, we do need to circumspectly make judgments between God’s truth and Satan’s imitations of that truth.
In that vein, I want to thank Tom Bartlett, senior writer for The Chronicle of Higher Education. He wrote an article that appeared in the August 17, 2012 edition of The Chronicle Review. Interestingly the article was labeled Salvaging God on the cover of the magazine section. Does God need salvaging? Do we think we can salvage him? When you get to the article inside the section, it is entitled, Dusting off God; Does Religion Really Poison Everything?
Bartlett begins this article with a parable about moths that Richard Dawkins, an outspoken atheist, introduced in his book, The God Delusion. Moths and bats are two nocturnal fliers. However, their evening flights are made possible because of two very different natural senses. Bats use the sense of sound. They use natural sonar to navigate around obstacles. Moths, on the other hand, use their very sensitive eyes and the light from the moon or stars to see the obstacles and navigate around them.
The fact that moths use light by which to navigate actually explains why they are susceptible to bug zappers. They are not attracted to the light of campfires, light bulbs or bug zappers. They are confused by that light.
Physics tell us that light is a chameleon in the physical world. Sometimes it behaves like waves of energy, and other times like particles with mass. Some physicists attempt to describe this aspect of light by saying that the particles resemble individual packets of matter that are pure energy. This seems to be a key to the complicated relationship between matter and energy. Recall Einstein’s formula, E = mc2.
Light radiates from a source in waves of ever expanding circles. Our eyes and other light sensors don’t “read” the wave. They are focusing on the individual packets of light. By the time light reaches the earth from the moon or stars, the waves of light are so large in diameter that the light sensors in our eyes are “reading” the light as if it was coming into our eyes as a series of parallel, straight lines.
If we look at a light bulb from a distance of three feet, the diameter of the light waves reaching our eyes is not very large. The light sensors in our eyes pick up multiple light packets, and not a straight, steady stream of packets. This can even make the light bulb seem to flicker. If you look at the light bulb through a very narrow slit, the flickering will be greatly reduced.
The great distances between the earth and the sun, moon and stars, fixes the position of these bodies in relationship to the earth. We and moths can then use those fixed positions to navigate successfully objects on the earth.
Since our eyes and sight receptors are so much larger than those in moths, the introduction of a much closer source of light such as a campfire, porch light or bug zapper doesn’t attract moths. It is actually confusing them. Therefore, they can’t navigate properly and tend to begin a death spiral into the source of the light. Self-immolation is not built into their instincts or DNA. It is the result of confusion. Dawkins explains that moths didn’t evolve to commit suicide. He claims that this is just “an unfortunate byproduct” of the evolutionary process.
Richard Dawkins suggests that religion is like a bug zapper for humans. It introduces another source of information that confuses people, distracting their attention from scientific truth. They behave like moths and seek patterns in religious texts. This begins people on a death spiral into the black hole of ignorance.
This is a very convenient and useful explanation for the confirmed atheist. It removes God from the equation. It eradicates any burden of personal obligation or responsibility for our choices. It then squarely places the blame for all of our problems on religion. Although the seemingly innate search for truth through religion and religious experiences appears to be a universal feature built into the soul of every human, it is nothing but “an unfortunate byproduct” of evolution.
Of course we could offer another explanation. However, this explanation is predicated on the existence of an omnipotent and just God who created the universe and everything in it. This God demands obedience and personal responsibility. However, this God is also a loving God. Through the sacrifice of Christ, this God has offered all people the opportunity for eternal salvation. Yet this scenario is unacceptable to many because man is no longer the center of the universe.
]]>Aphasia is an acquired communication disorder that exhibits itself through the partial or total inability to process language. My mild case of aphasia affects me primarily in two ways. The first way is in the speed at which I can process language. My language processing speed has slowed down considerably. Thus, I have more problems with verbal communications. Written communications give me more time to process the language. The second problem I have is the occasional inability to find the most appropriate word to fit the situation. As suggested above, the pressure of a quick response demanded in a verbal communication seems to acerbate the problem of lost words.
What do bloodhounds have to do with aphasia? Bloodhounds are gentle, loyal, good companions. They are also hard working and persistent. They don’t quit until their job is done. What is their job? It is to find someone or something that is lost. Bloodhounds are the perfect mascot for the team battling against aphasia. They represent hard work and persistence that a sufferer of aphasia must exhibit in searching for lost words. They represent the loyalty, gentleness, and constant camaraderie of caregivers, not only in the midst of active searches, but at all other times as well. They respond best to an owner or trainer who exhibits calm but stern authority.
Why did I associate bloodhounds with aphasia? Recently I became bogged down in an attempt to write something. The words I needed to completely and accurately reflect my thoughts were lost. This episode reminded me of a neighbor from my early teen years. This particular neighbor raised and trained bloodhounds. He and his dogs were very good at what they did. They were in constant demand by local police to help locate missing people, especially children or dementia patients who had wandered off. At that moment I realized that I needed a good bloodhound to find the right words that were lost in my mind.
As I tried to develop this metaphor, I found that I was playing two different roles in this play on words. At times, I was the handler providing the dog with the initial clues to point the dog in the right direction, or helping the dog by redirecting him to possible new trails. At other times I was the dog rooting through the intertwined brush and rocky crevices and canyons of my mind trying to sniff out the right words.
At the end of every search, the emotions of the two players were mirror images of each other. At the end of a successful search, the trainer would grab the dog around its neck. He would rub the back of its head and neck in celebration. He would say excitedly, “Good dog! Way to go!” It was amazing to watch the joy of the bloodhound, nodding his head up and down in quick jerks, and yipping happily. It seemed as if the dog was saying, “Look at what I just did. I found the lost child or person.”
On the other hand, when a search was shut down in failure, it was depressing to watch the bloodhound hang its head and howl with a sad cry that expressed the soulful dejection inherent in failure. The trainer would call the dog to him. He would put his arm around the neck of the dog pulling it close to him. He would gently rub the back of the dog’s neck and head and soothingly say, “That’s alright, boy. You’ll get him next time.”
Now, when I face the challenge of finding the right word, I will think of a bloodhound. I hope and trust that there will be more joy than sadness at the end of my searches. To increase that likelihood, I know it will take more practice and training.
]]>Aphasia is a communication disorder resulting in the partial or total inability to process language but does not affect intelligence. In my case, aphasia has diminished the speed at which I can process language and make decisions. I don’t believe it has affected my ability to make correct decisions. It has only affected the speed at which I can make, communicate or implement those decisions. Since verbal communication is more spontaneous and offers less time to process language and reflect on the underlying ideas, I have more problems with verbal communications than written communications.
This difference has been brought home to me many times in the past several weeks as I have had to serve as navigator for me and my wife as we have had to find our way around our new town. With my history of seizure activity and potential for future seizures, I have had to relinquish my driver’s license and quit driving. This has forced us to rely on my wife to be our chauffeur.
My wife is basically a good driver. However, she would readily admit that she doesn’t like driving in heavy traffic. She would also admit that she is “geographically challenged.” East-west-north-south do not register with her. She doesn’t like to read maps. She wants to know whether to go straight or to turn right or left at the next intersection.
My wife and I approach driving very differently. Our approaches to driving are the exact reflections of our approaches to cooking. My wife is an excellent cook. People are always complimenting her cooking and asking her for her recipes. Prior to my episode and before I was told to stay away from electronic utensils and objects that had sharp edges or points, I liked to experiment in the kitchen and try different combinations. People would also compliment my creations. However, when asked for my recipes, I couldn’t supply them because I didn’t use fixed recipes. On the other hand my wife is a recipe cook. She wants a list of instructions to follow precisely. This practice carries over to her driving. She much prefers a list of directions over a map.
In my battle with aphasia, I have come to the conclusion that, “I am a lousy navigator.” In familiar areas, I know where to turn and what is the best lane to be in. In unfamiliar areas, by reading a map I know where to turn. However, in both situations I can’t seem to find the words quick enough to give my wife sufficient warning of what to do next. When I find the words to indicate an impending turn, I raise the volume of my voice to emphasize the urgency of an upcoming turn. This sometimes startles my wife or makes her think I am yelling at her. Both of those outcomes could be disturbing in the least or dangerous at the worst. When she misses a turn or makes a wrong turn, I get very upset with myself. Because I am angry my next several comments will usually reflect those feelings. I am not upset with my wife. I am just upset that I didn’t direct us appropriately.
I can hear some of you saying right now, “Why don’t you use a GPS?” We have tried two different GPS’s with less than satisfactory results. GPS’s operate off of optimization principles and programs. I am reminded of the computerized room scheduling programs that were being offered to colleges 30 years ago. The claim was that these programs would greatly increase room usage efficiency by filling dead space. The claims these programs made concerning more efficient use of space were undeniable. However, the results of these scheduling programs were neither satisfying to faculty or students. It was difficult for these programs to take into account the room preference of faculty, or the desire of students to have back-to-back classes scheduled in nearby rooms. There were too many variables for these programs to account for. The human mind of an individual who knew the curriculum, the facilities, and understood faculty and student preferences was a better scheduler than a computer.
GPS’s are only as good as the optimization programs on which they operate and the information that is entered into the data bank of the GPS. How old is the basic map that is used in the GPS? New roads are added every year and occasionally roads are closed. The major choices GPS’s give you to calculate optimal routes are: 1) shortest route (based on mileage); 2) shortest time (based on estimated time to cover the route calculated using posted speed limits); 3)toll roads (use or don’t use toll roads); and 4) roads to avoid. Any changes to the optimization strategies are difficult if not illegal for the driver to make while the car is moving. Construction and local conditions like accidents are not always known before one begins the trip. Dangerous intersections are not always accounted for by the GPS. Shortest or normally quickest routes may include left hand turns against traffic, which during rush hours or school change hours can be very problematic.
We do use a GPS on longer distance trips. However, on trips around town where road conditions seem to be more volatile, even with the speed at which I can communicate route changes, I seem to be a better navigational choice for us.
These events have convinced me that there are at least two jobs that are beyond my capabilities at this moment. I would be a disaster as a spotter for a NASCAR racing team or as an air traffic controller.
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meant to be a less than totally serious look at how we use signs to communicate. The first two signs illustrate what can happen when we try to be clever and use humor to remind people of things that should be obvious.
The third sign was the most serious of the three signs. This sign was asking people to look at themselves and decide how satisfied they are with their own lives using a satisfaction scale that had a few new twists to it.
This post comes from a recent excursion my wife and I recently took through a combination nursery, produce stand, deli, bakery and craft shop. We are fortunate enough to live in a rural area where such shops abound. For those of you in urban areas, the next best choice for you would be to walk through the farmers’ market that almost every city has.
As we examined the offerings of the country stand through which we strolled, there were hand-made arts and craft signs everywhere. Five of them really caught my attention.
The first consisted of words that should be words of encouragement to anyone who has experienced aphasia. The sign read
Even if you can’t find the words,
God already knows what it is that you’re trying to say.
I pray that God will help me realize this, but not use it as an excuse to quit searching for the lost words.
The second sign was a humorous sign which expresses a sentiment that I pray God will keep me from stumbling into purposefully:
When in doubt, mumble.
I believe the third sign was meant to be a humorous reminder directed toward all of us who have been work-alcoholics or hobby enthusiasts at some point throughout our lives. It encouraged everyone to keep their priorities in order:
My garage needs me now;
The least I can do is be there for it
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How easy is it to prioritize activities over people? I know I must ask my family for their forgiveness for past occurrences of misplaced priorities.
The fourth sign was a serious look at how to prioritize one’s life:
As long as the day is full of time,
There will be room for your hand in mine.
God, thank you for my wife and giving us time together. Remind me to go for walks for no apparent reason with my wife, hold her hand and tell her “Thanks for being there.”
Likewise the fifth sign expressed a positive outlook on life to which each of us should aspire:
Cherish yesterday
Dream tomorrow
Live today
Lord help me pray, “God please help me come to each day, cherishing the fond memories of yesterday, dreaming big about tomorrow and living in the presence. Please give me the proper perspective on remembering the highlights of past events. Help me to dream appropriately big dreams about the future and to make realistic plans for the future. Help me to live in the present, not dwelling on either the past or the future, but at the same time not forgetting about them.”
This is the one sign that I plan to carry with me, if only in my head. It reminded of the line from the Five Man Electric Band’s song that says, “Thank you, Lord, for thinking about me, I am alive and doing fine.” How are you doing?
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I was particularly fascinated with three signs. The first two of these signs were located in public or semi-public bathroom facilities. They reminded me of the pair of lines from the song:
“Blocking out the scenery; Breaking my mind.
Do this; don’t do that! Can’t you read the sign?”
I can’t say the signs were blocking out the scenery. However, they were definitely “breaking my mind.”
One of the signs was in a combination shower and restroom located in a testing facility in a hospital, used by both in-patients and out-patients. A computer generated sign on an 8½X11 sheet of plain white paper was taped to the inside of the exit door. In bold print it said:
“Patients please dress or cover-up before leaving the shower and returning to your room.”
This sign gives new meaning to the phrase, “Just trying to cover your rear end.”
The second sign was in the public men’s room located off the lobby of a doctor’s office. The sign was brown plastic with white engraved letters. The sign was firmly attached to the ceramic tile wall, behind the only toilet in the room, by what appeared to be clear glue. Residue of dried glue had oozed out from behind the sign at the top, bottom and both sides of the sign.
The white etched letters of the sign read:
“Do not flush anything down this toilet except toilet paper.”
Apparently one of the doctors or nurses realized the problem this command was posing. Someone had taken a piece of white surgical tape and stuck it to the wall below the sign. Then they had taken a bold-tipped Sharpie and scribbled on the tape, “What about poop?”
The third sign to which I was drawn was posted in the waiting room of one of my new doctors. It presented a quality of life Likert scale. For many years, I have used Likert scales in surveys to gather information, but I had never seen this particular Likert scale. The idea behind a Likert scale is to use points on a straight line continuum or a sequence of numbers to indicate one’s feelings about a particular topic. One of the most common Likert scales is the following 5-point scale:
- Strongly Disagree
- Disagree
- Neutral-No Opinion
- Agree
- Strongly Agree
The respondent is asked to blacken the appropriate circle to indicate his or her feelings toward a particular statement such as:
“President Obama is doing a good job managing the United States economy.”
The sign in the waiting room that fascinated me was asking patients what they thought about their quality of life. The suggested answer scale was a 7-point Likert scale: “
- Delighted
- Pleased
- Mostly Satisfied
- Mixed Equally Between Satisfied and Dissatisfied
- Mostly Dissatisfied
- Unhappy
- Terrible
Which circle would you blacken to describe your quality of life?
This sign brought me back to one verse from the Five Man Electric Band song about signs.
“And the sign said, “Everybody welcome. Come in, kneel down and pray.
But when they passed around the plate at the end of it all, I didn’t have a penny to pay
so I got me a pen and a paper and I made up my own little sign.
I said, “Thank you, Lord, for thinkin’ ’bout me. I’m alive and doin’ fine.”
Returning to the question posed by the sign in the doctor’s office, which circle would you darken if I asked you about your quality of life? For my own life, I would have to say:
“Mostly satisfied—Thank you, Lord for thinkin’ about me. I’m alive and doin’ fine–most of the time.”
]]>One of my favorite answers is the obvious answer: “to get to the other side.” I also like the sarcastic answers:
v “to prove to the opossum that it could be done;”
v “because it was too far to walk around;”
v “because the chicken heard a rumor that the Colonel was opening a new KFC franchise next to where he was standing;”
v “the chicken saw a farmer dump half of his load of corn kernels on the other side of the road;
v “the chicken saw a cute chick on the other side of the road.”
Why did I think about the chicken joke? My wife and I didn’t chicken out. We have completed the 650 mile move, crossing many roads along the way. Why did we do it? With my medical retirement, there were more attractions on the other side of the country and across many roads. We are now within 30 minutes of each of our daughters and their families, instead of 650 miles. In our first week after crossing all those roads, we got to see our older grandson sing in his school’s spring choral concert. The theme of the concert was Rock and Roll Forever. Our grandson’s costume was a white tee-shirt and a black leather jacket ala Fonzy. It was a special treat to see him and his fifth grade classmates sing some of the songs my wife and I listened to and sang as teenagers (several years ago).
This coming week, we will be able to see our older granddaughter play as a ninth grader in the state’s district softball playoffs. We were one week late in crossing all those roads. Thus, we missed the game in which from her catcher’s position, she threw out two runners trying to steal second base. While at bat, she hit a home run and two singles. The only time the other team got her out, she hit a screaming line drive that could have been another homerun, if the left fielder had not made an unbelievable catch.
In the last inning of the game, she was disappointed when the other team intentionally walked her with the tying running on second base. Her coach consoled her by pointing out that she did score the winning run when the two batters behind her got hits. He tried to encourage her by pointing out that the intentional walk was a sign of respect of her batting ability. He told her that if she continues to improve her hitting as she has this year, she should expect many intentional walks throughout her career.
My wife and I look forward to watching her develop as a ball player, as well as her as a student. She has just recently been inducted into the National Honor Society. After high school and college, she wants to be a veterinarian and a professional softball player. As a very biased grandfather, I think she can do it. It will be great to be close enough to see her try. That’s why we crossed all those roads.
]]>Through the years there were times when our daughters needed our help and support. Now, it was our turn to need their help, support and comfort. Doing those things from a distance of 650 miles had become much more difficult for all of us. This illustrates one of the biggest shortcomings of a mobile society. It also highlights the sacrifice that military and missionary families are called to make in service to their country and their God. As my wife and I faced the projected difficulties and pleasures of the upcoming years, dealing with them from a distance of 15 to 20 miles was much more appealing to us.
Therefore, three years ago when it was apparent that I could not work full-time as a college professor or administrator, we put our house up for sale. The past three years have not been the best three years to try to sell a house. Our real estate agent kept urging us to be patient. He would say, “Your house is a gem, the right buyer is out there.” He would remind us, “The house is a three-story, Sears house, erected in 1922, in mint condition. It is a classic, a house with character. It is just waiting for the right person to come along and buy it.”
This past fall the right person came along and made us an offer we couldn’t refuse. This kicked our preparations for a move up a couple of gears. We hurriedly found a one-level, first floor apartment that has three bedrooms so that I can have an office, my wife can have her sewing room and we have room to entertain overnight guests. It met our other non-negotiable condition: it is within 20 miles of each of our daughters.
Having made four long distance moves previously, you would think that my wife and I would be seasoned professionals at the moving process and know what to do when. We should have been old hands at this process. However, that is precisely the problem: “We are old hands.” There is one more complication. This move is coming out of our pocket. The tab for the previous four were picked up by my new employer. This time we have to pay the entire bill ourselves, which is no small task for a couple on a retirement income, facing mounting medical expenses.
Now, all of a sudden M-Day is here. We will be moving in less than three weeks. This meant that instead of going along in fourth gear, we had to find the overdrive that we have not used in three years. Even in fourth gear, I have felt that I didn’t have time to maintain my blog as I would have liked. Looking ahead at the next two months, I know my blog is going to have to take a rear seat to the move. So, this is not farewell, it is just good-bye for awhile. I will see you on the other side of the move.
In the meantime, I leave you with this video clip of what the last two months have looked like and what the next two months will look like for us. It combines several of my favorite TV characters, Dr. Who and the Muppets:
]]>This may be the biased opinion of a grandfather who believes his granddaughter is one very special young lady, but I am convinced her essay exhibited a maturity far beyond what most of us exhibit, no matter what our age is. It also illustrated lessons that I have attempted to teach within the academy for 40 years that far too often have fallen on deaf ears.
With the permission of my granddaughter and her teacher (since it was an assignment), I take this opportunity to share the Memoir here at By’s Musings. I first present the essay and then will make some comments about it, speaking as a very proud grandfather.
Taken for Granted
Most people think that nothing will happen to them or the ones they love. I learned the hard way that it can. It was back in 6th grade when I was eleven years old. I was a very outgoing person and I took my grandfather for granted, because I thought that he was always going to be around. He has always been a great grandfather and he was always the first person I would call when I would hit a homerun at softball or if I made a new team. I would only get to see him three or four times a year when my grandparents would come to Pennsylvania from Michigan. Though our visits were infrequent, we always had a great time when they came in.
I remember answering the phone and the person said that they were my grandmother’s pastor and that they were looking for my mom. I was so confused and had no idea what they were talking about. I walked into the kitchen and said “Mom, Grammy’s pasture [sic] is on the phone.” When I was eleven years old I did not know that a preacher was also called a pastor. My mom just stopped and looked at me like I was stupid and took the phone. I went upstairs to get in the shower, and when I came back down she was crying her eyes out. I asked her what was wrong, and the only thing she told me was that my grandfather was in the hospital. My mom called her sister, and she said that they think that he had a stroke. Right after she got off the phone she called my dad, and he came home right away. My mom wanted to go out to Michigan right away, but there were a couple of problems. PSSA testing had just started for me that day and we did not know how long we would be staying in MI. My mom and dad both had to work, we had nowhere to put my dog, and Michigan is over 13 hours away.
Missing work and school were the least of our problems. We decided that my dog would go to a friend’s house. We got everything packed up, dropped the dog off, and picked up my aunt. Then, the longest car ride to Butterworth Hospital out in Grand Rapids, Michigan began.
I remember walking in and I just started to cry. I walked over to his bed side and said, “Hey Pop-pop what’s up?” and I can remember his exact words “The sky.” At that point everyone started to laugh. My grandmother explained to us that he was in a meeting at work, after the meeting he put his head down on the table and one of his co-workers asked him if he was okay and he never answered. They immediately called 911, and when they got there they thought he had a bleeding stroke. We went to my grandparents’ home and one of my grandmother’s friends made us a casserole for dinner and left it on her door stoop.
The next day at the hospital they did a CAT scan and found out that he had a brain tumor the size of a racquet ball, and it caused some hemorrhaging. They wanted to do surgery immediately the next day. My grandfather had hair, but he was bald on top of his head. They shaved all of his hair off and he looked totally different. The day he had his surgery was the longest day ever. My family and I sat in the waiting room playing Apples to Apples, sleeping, and reading to past the time till my grandfather got out of surgery. We played Apples to Apples, because I had it in the car for from the long car ride.
When he finally came out of surgery and we could go back and see him, he had gauze wrapped around his head. He had staples in his head and when I saw him I almost got sick. We stayed for a couple more days, but we had to leave and get back home. I did not want to leave. I was afraid that he was not got going to pull through it.
My grandfather has never fully recovered from this whole incident. As a result of the surgery he has aphasia which is a condition that causes him to forget words that people take for granted in our everyday life. He cannot walk without a cane or for long periods of time. Since the whole incident he has also been diagnosed with Parkinson’s disease, which causes him to shake a lot. My grandfather before the brain tumor was a very self-sufficient person, but now he must rely on my grandmother to do most things for him. My grandfather was very upset after he found out that he is not allowed to drive any more or return to work.
This affected my family as well. When we got home every time the phone would ring we would be scared that something happened to him. It really affected my grandmother as well, because she cannot do everything by herself so they will move back to Pennsylvania in April of this year. Anything can happen to the people that you love, so make sure that they know that you love them and never take them for granted.
. The important lesson that we must all remember is the last sentence of her memoir. “Anything can happen to the people that you love, so make sure that they know that you love them and never take them for granted.” I don’t think that she is being morbid in suggesting that whenever we see a loved one, it may be the last time we will see them. I believe that she is teaching us to make sure that we show our love to each other whenever we can, because we don’t know when that opportunity will be taken from us.
The lesson noted in the opening paragraphs of this posting I suggested fell on deaf ears in the academy is that everyone regardless of their age or status has something to offer. I believe that knowledge consists of content, skills and values. No one person has a monopoly on knowledge. If even one member of a class is prevented from offering their insights to the whole class concerning thoughts related to the subject of the class, everyone, including instructor and students, is short-changed. A complete education is facilitated by an open class in which everyone participates as both instructor and student. The role of the professor is not to serve as dictator, but to serve as a facilitator and guide.
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