It was disconcerting to read of my recent death in the NewsTribune—”Serving readers of the Illinois Valley.” The online periodical, obviously committed to brevity in a world of gratuitous loquaciousness, ingloriously reported that I “died the morning of December 31, 2016.” The revelation of my passing, er, death, got me thinking, which is a testament to the NewsTribune’s other commitment to thought-provoking reparte’.
The five stage phenomenon is not limited to grief. Expats the world over experience a variety of intense, sometimes suffocating, occasionally debilitating emotions on their journey from denial to acceptance. Understanding those emotional stages is an important step toward a healthy, humorous expat experience.
Is freediving a sport or a hobby? Does the science enlighten or frighten? Where does freediving end and insanity begin? Freediving has as many detractors as promoters and strong arguments on both sides of the breath-holding argument. But to paraphrase Buddha Nietzsche: That which does not kill us, may help us attain enlightenment.
In 2004 we raced through one of the busiest airports in the world between domestic and international departures in order to make a flight to Costa Rica. We sat squarely in the middle of the arriving aircraft, waited impatiently to deplane, donned our backpacks, and ran at a full sprint. Twelve years later we raced through another airport, only this time we were with our son and daughter-in-law (DiL) in southeast Asia.