My old man taught me a lot of stuff in his death that I don't even know if he would have been able to teach me had he been alive. And that was to never do stuff that can jeopardize the people you love and hurt them.
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I always felt I needed to teach to survive.
Those who learned to know death, rather than to fear and fight it, become our teachers about life.
I know what you go through when you learn someone close to you has died.
I learnt pity, sympathy, and what it was like to be at the other end of the stick. Such lessons can't be learnt in lecture halls.
I think that nothing teaches you more about life than death and dying.
At the age of 16, my father's father dropped dead of a heart attack. And I think it changed the course of his life, and he became fascinated with death. He then became a medical doctor and obviously fought death tooth and nail for his patients.
I learned early on in teaching how easy it is to hurt a young person and that's never my intention.
My mom, Irmelin, taught me the value of life. Her own life was saved by my grandmother during World War II.
I learned a great lesson from my mother on her deathbed. She counseled me on the importance of taking care of myself so I wouldn't end up in an unhealthy body like she did.
All my life I've been taught how to die, but no one ever taught me how to grow old.