"The Right to Fail," an essay by William K. Zinsser (1970).
Must we conform to a singular measure of success in our society? Perhaps the dropout can use a fresh perspective to define fulfullment on his own terms. "Magna Cum Laude" alone is far too narrow.
Wit, a play by Margaret Edson (1999).
My situation is certainly different than the main character's, but I can empathize with Dr. Bearing's frustrating medical encounters. Bedside-manner is so underrated!
"my dreams, my works must wait till after hell," a poem by Gwendolyn Brooks (1963).
Special thanks to my bud Aud who brought this poem to my attention. Her words are tragic but beautiful. Certain lines echo endlessly in my head. "none can tell me any word but Wait." But I'll store my dreams and keep my works as long as necessary. Someday I'll be able to pursue them again.
Thoughts? Other recommedations?
In other news, I had all that blood drawn a couple days ago, and now I have a huge blue bruise on my arm!
You shoulda seen the seen the other guy,