|Article Overview: How
do you celebrate life after death? First, you have to die.
Then, you have to be reborn. Finally, you have to admit
it--that you are mortal. My friend Steve is
celebrating thirteen years today of life after death. He
was a dead man thirteen years ago. Now, he is alive.
Find out why he cherishes his life after death.
Wednesday, March 31,
2004—Ground Zero Plus 931
Celebrating Life After Death
GROUND ZER0, New York, N.Y.--Mar. 31, 2004 -- Steve is my buddy.
He died thirteen years ago on this date. But, he's
come back to life.
In a way, he is the "walking dead."
Anyone who has died and come to life again understands what I mean.
alive after experiencing others die around me
I've died and been reborn a number of times.
Most of us, if we think about it, have.
In Vietnam guys got killed all around me but I
lived. Why? Why didn't I die?
A few years ago I had colon cancer and am still
alive and kicking. Why? Why am I alive.
I was at Ground Zero when the Terrorists attacked
and survived while others around me died. Why didn't I die?
Near death accidents or events, brushes with the
Grim Reaper, force us all to take inventory about life. If
we have felt the icy hand of Death on our shoulder, we enter a
different zone. We learn how to celebrate life after
My friend Steve was being killed by booze
thirteen years. His soul was dead, and his body hung on by a
thread. He clutched at the straws of sobriety and
they turned into strong life lines that have buoyed him back to life
and helped him carve a useful and dedicated life out of a morass of
We forget, I think, how valuable life is
unless we have walked into the jaws of Death.
I didn't die
In Vietnam, for example, a
mine exploded in front of my patrol and everyone to my left and right were killed or mortally
wounded except for me. I wasn't scratched.
In another event, the V.C. caught us in a
three-way ambush and I helped drag wounded buddies to the top of a
hill, bullets snapping and popping everywhere but missing me each
time, as though I was destined to see life's value through Death's
people leap to their deaths from the WTC
At the World Trade Center I watched
people leap from the burning Twin Towers and sucked in a deep breath,
a reminder that I was Life versus the Death they were manifesting.
Sometimes, I make an eye blink as a reminder
of Life's value over Death. I'll count them, just to focus
on the difference between light and darkness. The same is
true of my heartbeats. Sometimes I'll take my own pulse.
It requires focus and shutting out the outside world, but if one
concentrates he or she can hear the sound of their heart pumping.
Then there are breaths. The average
is sixteen per minute. Inhale. Exhale. Inhale.
Dead people don't breathe.
I'll try and hold my breath as long as I
can. The urge to breathe, the urge to live, dominates the mind
and body. I am forced to inhale. My body demands
life even though I am consciously trying to hold my breath.
All this comes to one ultimate
offering--that Life is more valuable than Death. In Life
we have the opportunity to do something we cannot do when we are dead.
We can sweep the road to the future for the Children's Children's
Children. We can pave the potholes, put up warning signs at
dangerous curves, install stoplights at busy intersections, and
provide roadmaps that guide the lost back on to the straight and
We can put up
warning signs to help sweep the road for the Children
There is little reason to live
just for ourselves. To do so leads us into selfish
shells of slavish indulgences that sate nothing but our insatiable
appetites. No one can eat enough ice cream, have enough
money, be pretty or handsome enough, liked enough, loved enough,
wanted enough. It is the nature of our selfishness
to be like a Dark Hole, endlessly seeking more and more until the
ground around us is barren, until we have suckled all the milk and
honey from the fruits of the trees.
To balance our unquenchable thirst to
serve the self, we have been granted the seeds of unselfishness.
These seeds come in the form of the
Children, whether they be ours or our relations or just present before
our eyes. When we look deep into a child's eyes we
see the innocence of their lives, the vulnerability of their souls,
the fragility of their worth. We owe it to the
children to not state our desires, but to serve theirs. To
provide for the children the safety and security we would wish upon
our own children, and their Children's Children's Children.
This is Life after Death.
To see the value of what we do today
in relation to benefiting the children three generations hence,
provides us the benchmark to balance the overwhelming desire to be
selfish, for selfishness ultimately is suicide.
Selfishness is a grave that serves only the bones of our body.
Selflessness, on the other hand, is
the fertilization of the future. It gives rather takes to
what can be, it nurtures the soil of human evolution with gifts that
enrich rather rob the soil of nutrients.
Children who witness our selflessness
learn how to be selfless. Those who witness our
selfishness reaffirm the desire to serve the self at other's expense.
Thus, they become servants of the Beast of Terror who manages by Fear,
Intimidation and Complacency, caring not about the Children's
Children's Children except as fodder for his playground.
life we realize Selflessness resurrects us
By respecting life, not just
our own, but the Life of the Children, we start to see the world
through a different lens. We start to see that we are
Sentinels of Vigilance, responsible for teaching Courage, Conviction
and Right Actions for the Children's Children.
It isn't a hard task.
It only requires One Percent
more Selflessness than Selfishness.
It requires us to realize that
Selfishness is a form of death, the death of a chunk of the soul.
And, Selflessness--the thinking more of others than
ourselves--resurrects us. Renews us.
Grant yourself Life after Death.
Take the Pledge of Vigilance today.
Blink and breathe yourself into
Selflessness for the Children's Children's Children sake.