I didn't even remember his name

If you have fifteen minutes to spare watch this video.



A while ago I listened to a podcast of This American Life. One man told a story of how he was living life with one non-function arm. His humor and honesty hit me. It made me thankful that Dustin's nerve damage was not as bad as it could have been. The images in the story struck close to my heard. I remember the first few weeks after Dustin was shot and watching him try and figure out how to do two handed tasks with essentially one hand. There are some moments/tasks that we all have too much pride to ask for help. Asking for help may mean that we aren't normal. Not well. Not complete.
Today I learned that the voice on my radio bringing me to tears with his description of how to grate cheese with one hand...well he died. His name was David Rakoff. He was an eternal pessimist. Often we mourn the passing of optimists. Today I mourn a man who with his dark whit and humor found an eternal place in my heart with his words that cut too close to home.