Moving & Literary Throwbacks: “We are sliding through to fiction”

Our New House- Still Under Construction

So what do you think of the new house? Not bad for someone who left her ex with two boys, a few boxes and a dream of a something better someday.

Part of me wants to investigate this idea further. The thought that my ramblings about how far I have come might inspire someone, but I am just not feeling it today.

Instead I would rather inspire you in a different way.

Through Fiction.

The next book in my collection:

The Five People You Meet in Heaven by Mitch Albom

Mitch Albom is the author of a few books. You may know him from Tuesdays with Morrie, but it is this quick read above changed my life.

I am not exaggerating. This is not hyperbolic. Its words and plot are inspiring and they have you considering the possibilities of what could be like when we die.

Standing staunchly next to Randy Pausch’s last lecture is a story that begins at the END. Our protagonist is an old man named Eddie who has unwillingly spent his life as the maintenance man at Ruby Pier.

Much like George Bailey from It’s a Wonderful Life, we see a man whose dreams are derailed by responsibility and obligation. It is a common story of struggle in our American Dream narrative. Eddie dies much like he lived: in service to others.

But this is not the part of the book I relate to most. It is not the old, white, curmudgeonly man who falls victim to the terrible circumstances of life. It was happens when he dies.

He meets five people in Heaven and he finds out how he affected their lives. Good or bad, Eddie had an effect. Eddie left his edible imprint on the lives of others. My favorite part is there are a few of the five whom he had never met before meeting them in Heaven.

How does this happen, you ask? Well, Reading Rainbow Watchers, you will just have to read the book to find out.

But here are a few quotes to show you the beauty of words and the deep connections we may bring into our next incarnation.

“All parents damage their children. It cannot be helped. Youth, like pristine glass, absorbs the prints of its handlers. Some parents smudge, others crack, a few shatter childhoods completely into jagged little pieces, beyond repair.”

“Sometimes when you sacrifice something precious, you’re not really losing it. You’re just passing it on to someone else.”

“There are no random acts…We are all connected…You can no more separate one life from another than you can separate a breeze from the wind…”

“Death doesn’t just take someone, it misses someone else, and in the small distance between being taken and being missed, lives are changed.”

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Love and Light!