Maybe my own journey is also full of many 'close calls'. For example, my Dad. He went into medicine, not because he loved medicine, but because he was told there was more money in that field than in marine biology, his true passion. This decision began to affect my life when I went to school and my parents forced me to do nursing instead of art, my true passion, since they insisted I'd never find a job as an artist. I failed to get into the nursing school at Iowa, thank heavens!, and now I'm following my passion so the cycle has stopped! That was a close call, not with physical death, but with the death of passion and talent, and what is life without passion or without destiny? So there are stories that make up every person you meet on a the street and just like the title of Yoko's essay, it takes understanding to see that and to be willing to hear their stories.
I wish that more information had been given about the essay that Yoko wrote; maybe she could have included portions of it in the book. I was interested to know what she was thinking about when she wrote it.
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