“Celebration of Life” services can be a time for reflection and can give attendees a sense of joy in knowing the person being honored. I attended one of these services for a friend and found it a time for contemplation for a life well lived. The stories told spoke of a husband who loved his family. The kids described their lives growing up in a way that made me feel honored to know this man of God. When I attend such services, it almost makes me wish to die the day after my funeral so I can hear from the people who meant the most to me that my life was not lived in vain.
What a lady Dr. Eugenie Clark was! She was a fearless ichthyologist and oceanographer who kept diving even into her nineties. She passed away February, 2015 at 92. During her stint as an underwater explorer for more than 50 years, she had close encounters with sea creatures such as a gigantic squid and a 500-pound giant clam. She swam with a school of man-eating barracudas and even hitched a ride on the back of a 50-foot whale shark. Dr. Clark wrote of these experiences in dozens of magazine articles, books, and documentaries, beginning with her first best-selling book in 1953 entitled, Lady with a Spear.
It seems that every time you walk into a supermarket or a retail store, you see that the prices of everyday items are not going up a few cents every year, but a few cents every week. It has been reported that over the last two years, while home prices have plummeted, the cost of food items has increased 30 percent.
Are you a procrastinator? You are not alone. In one study, 90 percent of individuals procrastinated on at least one occasion and a quarter of them chronically put things off for another day. You might have also pondered all the excuses in the world not to complete the report, the project, or the assignment today.
Twenty-five years ago my wife and I, together with our two teenagers, visited New York City for the first time. It was quite an eye-opener as we travelled on the subway to see walls covered with graffiti, the carriages filled with litter, and the seats so filthy you would not want to sit down and would be glad to get off at your destination. In 2001 we again visited New York City, and what a contrast to that vacation more than a decade before. Men in orange suits cleaned each street block; there was no graffiti on shops or subway walls, and certainly no one hassling you for money or other items.