Coming To Terms With Cancer
When
I was twenty-one I had a poster on my wall, Max Ehrmann's Desiderata.
I played the seven Coming To Terms With Cancer
single
several times a day reading it out loud in time with the record. A
year later I was held in detention by the drug squad; on unfounded
charges, I may add. During the month in which I was the states guest,
I found comfort and inner peace by constantly reciting the poem.
After
hearing I had bladder cancer, I left the hospital to take the train
back home; Berlin Eastern Cape. While waiting an hour for the train,
and the hour ride back home, I silently recited Desiderata :
It is an inner peace I find by reliving the times I have drawn strenth from that poem
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