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Isn’t life an astonishing experience, your blogger ponders, offering a thought that of course comes with an obvious answer.

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New arrivals ... Two new dwellers on earth, and both arrived in a sort of miracle and yet neither knows about it, simply accepting that they're here. Photo by Uchral Sanjaadorj on Unsplash.
I first witnessed birth as a very young runaway from home, when I watched a Jersey lie down on her side, while new life slid out of her.

One moment there was just the heifer and almost the next, there were two animals, a mother and calf.

No lessons in motherhood had been offered, as far as I could tell.

Astonishing

She knew exactly how to clean up her magical new arrival, and when it was clean, how to offer it milk.

It was, well, astonishing to witness.

And conversely, I saw my first death. The farmer sat a sheep back onto its hind legs, raised its surprisingly relaxed head, and cut through its jugular.

The encouraging words she offered might be a help to us all when we want to be, when we need to be, encouraging in a situation that frankly seems a little beyond the ultimate negative.

A living creature entrusted itself to the human it had known all its brief life and the next an item for the table remained. It was far from easy to comprehend.

I still find it difficult to grasp. I’ve just been reading an article Three Magical Phrases to Comfort a Dying Person, by Jenny Harrington on HumanParts dot com.

Eight-year-old son

Jenny lost an eight-year-old son to cancer. In the article, she recalls the three expressions she offered to comfort the little fellow.

I recommend the story because we all will or have faced the challenge. What do you say to a relation or friend who knows you know that he or she is about to depart?

The encouraging words she offered to the child might be a help to us all when we want to be, when we need to be, encouraging in a situation that frankly seems a little beyond the ultimate negative.

You will not be alone.
You will not feel pain.
We will be okay.

Jenny Harrington believes the encouragement helped, or seemed to help.

Of course, if someone happens to use that encouragement to you or to me as we are about to gasp our last gasp, we’ll know who to thank for the original.

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