"Being Mortal".
Why? Because it will be you one day.
http://www.pbs.org/wgbh/frontline/film/being-mortal/
Why? Because it will be you one day.
http://www.pbs.org/wgbh/frontline/film/being-mortal/
EVERY SINGLE ONE OF YOU NEEDS TO WATCH THIS (Frontline)......
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Thank you Reverend Ignatowski. I miss that one.
Reverend Jim Ignatowski: I've got terrible news for you Alex. You're going to die.
Alex Reiger: We're all going to die Jim.
Reverend Jim Ignatowski: Well, yeah, yeah, but not on Thursday we're not.
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This is depressing. Who wants to start a Fight Club?
My wife liked Fight Club more than I did. I'm in for that.
"Do Not Go Gentle Into That Good Night"
By Dylan Thomas
Do not go gentle into that good night,
Old age should burn and rave at close of day;
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Though wise men at their end know dark is right,
Because their words had forked no lightning they
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright
Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight,
And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way,
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight
Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
And you, my father, there on the sad height,
Curse, bless me now with your fierce tears, I pray.
Do not go gentle into that good night.
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Let Evening Come
BY JANE KENYON
Let the light of late afternoon
shine through chinks in the barn, moving
up the bales as the sun moves down.
Let the cricket take up chafing
as a woman takes up her needles
and her yarn. Let evening come.
Let dew collect on the hoe abandoned
in long grass. Let the stars appear
and the moon disclose her silver horn.
Let the fox go back to its sandy den.
Let the wind die down. Let the shed
go black inside. Let evening come.
To the bottle in the ditch, to the scoop
in the oats, to air in the lung
let evening come.
Let it come, as it will, and don’t
be afraid. God does not leave us
comfortless, so let evening come.
BY JANE KENYON
Let the light of late afternoon
shine through chinks in the barn, moving
up the bales as the sun moves down.
Let the cricket take up chafing
as a woman takes up her needles
and her yarn. Let evening come.
Let dew collect on the hoe abandoned
in long grass. Let the stars appear
and the moon disclose her silver horn.
Let the fox go back to its sandy den.
Let the wind die down. Let the shed
go black inside. Let evening come.
To the bottle in the ditch, to the scoop
in the oats, to air in the lung
let evening come.
Let it come, as it will, and don’t
be afraid. God does not leave us
comfortless, so let evening come.
As the real Christopher Hitchens said when dying from cancer, when you're dying it's not that the party is over but rather that the party is going to continue but you have to leave.
ETA: Okay, I didn't have the quote exactly right but I had it ballpark.
I see it every day. And, it happened to my best friend. All b/c he just might be "the one" that beats it.
