Two Truths
It could have been worse.
It will be.
It will be.
Remembering Michael Dunn (October 20, 1934- August 30, 1973)
American actor and singer, Michael Dunn (born Gary Neil Miller) arrived on this date in 1934 in Shattuck, Oklahoma. When he was four, his family moved to Dearborn, Michigan. Parents Jewell and Fred championed his right to live and develop openly, as part of mainstream life, defying repeated pressures from school authorities to send him to a school for disabled children. An early reader, he was a champion speller, showed an early aptitude for the piano, and developed a lyric baritone and was given to crowd-drawing impromptu public performances even while just waiting for a bus. He ice-skated and swam in childhood, remaining a skilled swimmer throughout his life. He attended the University of Michigan at Ann Arbor, but was seriously injured on a stairwell during a "student rush" and was hospitalized for three months. Transferring to the more forgiving climate and accessible campus of the University of Miami, he seemed to excel more in extracurricular...
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My point was first that almost anything that happens is open to being eclipsed by something worse.
The second one's more subjective (though, ultimately, subjectivity's at the heart of all of this), I'll admit, as it's possible that one might have already had the worst day of his life. One ultimate test of that will be how one regards one's own death. On some days I'm not so fearful of death itself - it'll either be oblivion or a passage into some other state of being - as I am about becoming completely powerless to aid loved ones I'll be leaving behind.
Thanks for coming by and poking around. I'd actually forgotten this entry despite it only being from back in August.