People say that one who has faith can finally reach his destination, even once lost.
I think it can work that way. Since I have faith.
After reading <Tuesdays with Morrie> and watching <The Bucket List>, I guess that I’m luckily one step closer to myself, the voice is ever louder than before. Maybe love and faith are the only two real things that can bring us home. I still remember their talk about passed days.
Cole: Only successful marriage I had was me and my work. I started making money when I was 16…and that was that…Never stopped.
Carter: I’ll be damned. I wanted to be a history professor.
Cole: Nobody’s perfect.
Carter: I made it through two months of city college…before Virginia gave me the news. And then, you know…young, black, broke, baby on the way. Take the first decent job that comes along. I always meant to go back…but 45 years goes by pretty fast.
Cole: Like smoke through a keyhole…
Silence left.
Morrie, Carter, Cole, these three men might had something in common. They all put moves on the things they wanted to do and they should do before their death, that’s the point. Just like Cole said in ward: “The way I see it, we can lay around here…hoping for a miracle in some bullshit science experiment, or we can put some moves on.”
In Carter’s funeral, Cole said: ” Carter and I saw the world together. Which is amazing, when you think that only three months ago, we were complete strangers. ( At the same time, he ruled out the second in the bucket list: Help A Complete Stranger for The good.) I hope that it doesn’t sound selfish of me but…the last months of his life were the best months of mine. He saved my life and, he knew it before I did. I’m deeply proud that this man found it worth his while to know me. In the end, I think it’s safe to say that we brought some joy to one another’s life. So, one day when I go to some final resting place, if I happen to wake up next to a certain wall with a gate, I hope that Carter’s there, to vouch for me, and show me the ropes on the other side.
By any measure, these three men lived more in their last days on Earth than most people manage to wring out of a lifetime. They all experienced the huge depression, acceptance, pain, happiness that never happened in their life before. That’s enough.
Sonia is one of my friend, and once was one of my trainees. She refused FSU PHD fellowship and chose to go to Cornell University for her further study, ready to pay a large amount of money there. She tangled a long time for this and finally decided to follow her heart, and she believe that she can make it. Of course she can.
I still remember that last summer she told me she wanted her case to be the successful one among all our trainees. And now, she makes it. She had her undergraduate in an Chinese ordinary university, with no outstanding academic records, no any research experience, no excellent English using ability. But she was the first trainee who finished studying the very sick book of original professional, and brought to discuss with me her study and application plan. She was the first girl who got two opportunities to work as the research assistant in lab only one month after she made her major choosing decision. She was also the one who never complain about her tire to me even when she had to handle the profound professional book and paper, the heavy work in the lab, the intensive preparation for both graduate application and final exam. She was always trying her best, and, she is the one who makes me proud of.
This is life, it’s short and sucks a lot of time, but always remember that you’re still alive.