Why I bawled my eyes out on a plane
Traveling home from Austin, TX, yesterday, I spent most of the short flight in tears–punctuated by frequent chuckles. I’m sure the lady sitting next to me thought I was a basket case as I sobbed into my Southwest Airlines cocktail napkin until it fell apart in shreds.
Why was I bawling and laughing?
I finally had a chance to read the national best-seller, “The Last Lecture,” by Carnegie Mellon professor Randy Pausch and WSJ reporter Jeffrey Zaslow. Devoured it. Loved it. And I strongly recommend that you buy 10–20, 30!–copies for you, and your loved ones.
You’ll remember I linked the amazing video of Professor Pausch’s last lecture, “Really Achieving Your Childhood Dreams,” in September. Zaslow’s unforgettable WSJ piece about the lecture is here. Pausch, 48, is dying of pancreatic cancer–but living life to its fullest in the time he has left. He is married to his beloved wife Jai and is father to three beautiful young children. I wasn’t sure anything could top the actual presentation of the lecture, but reading Pausch and Zaslow’s account of how the lecture came together is as poignant as–perhaps more so than–watching it.
Unforgettable: The autographed photo from William Shatner, which he signed “I don’t believe in the no-win scenario,” Pausch’s discovery of his father’s Bronze Star, the Halloween photo of the Pausch family in their Incredibles costumes, the chapter on Pausch’s dreams for his children, and, of course, the last page of the book.
I better stop now before I start leaking again.
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Here’s The Last Lecture website.
Here’s Professor Pausch’s personal blog and health update page.
Here’s info on pancreatic cancer research and support.
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Every single moment is a gift. Not to be squandered or spent selfishly. Thanks for that reinforcement, Michelle.
Live a good life. We all must strive live in His image, then everything will fall in place.
From the WSJ piece it appears Professor Pausch has embraced his mortality by looking back on an accomplished life and his works will pass on after him. I could see how reading his book looking back at a well lived and accomplished life while contemplating the loss of such an accomplished man with so much to live for can make one look like a manic depressive to those around them. It does make one appreciate all you have in your life even more. Thanks for sharing this heartwarming story that will need to be included in our summer reading library.
That is a very moving piece; but it’s also very common for people to shed a tear when they have to leave Texas.
Thanks for the reminder.
- USCitizen
This guy “gets it”. But he’s only 46. I’m tearing up…
I loved the bedroom as his domain when he was a kid, my parents did the same. And writing on the wall – I’ve seen painting on the wall. It’s all good. Let your kids fly.
Pancreatic cancer is still one of the killers, Michelle gives a good link for donations, and if i may here and here are worthy of your consideration (as are others).
Unfortunately, pancreatic cancer is a death sentence.
My boss showed my co-workers and I Pausch’s video at one of our staff meetings. There wasn’t a dry eye in the room when it was over. Thanks for this post Michelle.
Maybe I am off base. But my mind went straight to our self hating distructive lefties, my emotion was pity. Because of their hate based arrogance they can never find contentment and happiness in their lives.
None of us know when God decides to call us home.
I myself had a reminder of that last friday. I had a wreck on my motorcycle. Thank God I walked away from it, albeit rather stiffly and sorely.
Everyday is a gift.
well I’m just happy there wernt any naked guys roaming around on the plane you were on. once you think you have heard it all, WHAM! some other dipstick surprises you.
aj’s dollars went to a week long soccer camp for his #1 at the University of Redlands this week.
Oh, and I’m nominating soap to buy the 30 books to pass out to his friends…
I get really nervous when he doesn’t update his blog for a couple of weeks. I bet he gets a lot of that.
Thanks for the post. I have seen the video and cried so much, I don’t think I could read the book. Makes me think about trying to get my 7 year old grown up before something happens to me, since I am much older.
I agree with USCitizen – it’s hard to leave Texas and not cry.
I check in on his site frequently to see how he is doing. He is an inspiration to so many. I have seen his lecture, now I will need to read the book. Maybe not on an airplane though.
Michelle, when you get home hug and kiss your children and husband. Tears are good for cleansing. All here, I might suggest do the same. Time here is fragile on planet Earth. I can see things changing.
L
Well done
I have 3 friends battling cancer right now. It is a hideous disease. I am amazed and in awe of my friends and their courage as they fight it. Reading stories like this is inspiring for fellow cancer victims and their families. The book is a generous gift to us all.
A friend of mine sent me a ham radio message he heard:
Thanks Michelle for helping us think about keeping our priorities in order.
Thanks for the reminder of this wonderful book. I’ve seen the video of the lecture, but sounds like the book is a must-read.
What an inspirational guy, my wife, daughter and I sat an watched “The Last Lecture” together, my daughter perked up when she heard he wanted to be an imagineer and listened intently to him, I saved the video so it can be watched over and over.
I have told many people in my life things I learned from postitive inspirational people like him. I had the distinct honor and privelage of setting in one of Zig Ziglars Bible studies, setting next to him during the church service and listening to one of his lectures, I also had the monumental honor of meeting Ronald Reagan at a business seminar that I attended that he spoke at after his Presidency he to was extremly inspirational.
Most peoples child hood dreams are never realized, at the age of 25 most loose those dreams and resign themselves to a J-O-B, something many do not like something they never imagined in their childhood that they would be doing. They let friends and family tell them “that’s impossible” or “you could never do that” little words that make a monumental impact to a child. I remember my mother telling me I could never work for Hallmark Cards when I was 16. I met an art teacher from another school when I was 17 that wanted to see my work, I took it over to his house and he looked at my artwork and said “Those are pretty good, but you could use some more schooling” he offered to turor me for no money all he wanted was to pick out what piece he wanted when we completed his lesson plan I agreed and we went to work 4 days a week for 8 months, I learned so much from him I can never repay him with any amount of money. I joined the Marine Corps when I turned 18, my mother called me one day and said “You’ll never believe it but a man from Hallmark Cards called and said he wanted to meet with you he would like you to go to work for them.” I said “that’s nice mom but I have 2 1/2 more years on my contract, you told me I would never be able to do that anyway.” My dad said my mom got off the phone and cried, what she did’nt know and still does not to this day is so did I. I thought my dream was dashed with a few simple and seemingly innocent words, about 4 years later I was at a business convention and the speaker said something very powerful that has stuck with me since, “DON’T LET ANYBODY STEAL YOUR DREAM” Your dreams are unique to you and no one knows what you able to achieve. I have found out that those who call you friend are not always your friend and will do and say negative things to you to steal your dreams away from you and I really think it is because they really don’t want you to do any better than they do, they did’nt achieve their dreams and their dreams are gone into the far reaches of their memory. I have never and I mean never stopped dreaming, my dream has alway’s been to be an artist, I have never let anyone as hard as some have tried and still try today “LET ANYONE STEAL MY DREAM” that is what I do today, I am an artist, It’s not about money or fame it’s about me achieveing what I wanted to do since I was 7. as a parent my children have been told that Dream, Believe and you will Achieve, the title to a book I read many years ago and I have also told them “don’t let anyone steal your dream” I can’t say it enough. The tears that fall from my eyes as I write is not for me but for all those that have let someone else’s seemingly helpful words get in the way of their dreams.
God Bless,Randy Pausch and his family and thanks Michelle
My step-dad (of 30 years) has just had cancer removed… for the third time.
I’m hesitant to get the book for fear of crying way more than you did Michelle.
But now I feel I must get it, and share it with my mom, and ‘dad’.
I just logged onto his update page last night. Every now and then he just pops in my mind and I’m reminded how while I’m all wrapped up in the trivial bs of life and telling the kids “not now, mommy’s BUSY,” his family along with countless others are clinging to their last moments with a loved one. Really puts things in perspective.
When I logged on last night I noticed that there haven’t been any updates in almost a month, which hasn’t happened before. Then when I saw your post here, I held my breath until I scanned all the way down because I thought for sure you were saying he was gone.
Pancreatic cancer is one of the most lethal forms of cancer there is. While tremendous strides have been made in treating other forms of cancer, pancreatic cancer is one of the most difficult to treat.
I’m originally from Pittsburgh and heard of this story. The fellow is truly living a rich, rich life. There is a lesson here: it’s not the quantity of the life we lead but the quality and how it enriches us AND others.
I lost my Dad to pancreatic cancer a year ago tomorrow. I have heard great things about Randy Pausch and the way he is handling his experience. It is still too early for me to read and watch his noble work.
I had 40 days with my Dad after his diagnosis, and was able to spend every moment with him until he was gone. I will never forget those few remaining days, nor would I ever trade them for anything.
Slightly different topic, but some of my former relatives indicated that deceased family members were present during their last moments to help take them away. I was present when my Dad died, and just before he did, he indicated that my Mom’s nephew (an avid Chesapeake Bay boater who had unexpectantly died 6 months earlier)was pulling up to sail him away. My Dad also conveyed a message from this relative – wishing us to tell his family that he was finally saying “goodbye” because he didn’t get the chance 6 months earlier.
If I read this on a political message board, I don’t know what I would think. But since it happened to my Dad, who was as old-school-no-nonsense as you can find, it brought my Faith to an entirely new level.
I wish everyone could have a last experience like I had with my Dad, with someone they love.
I saw the video more than once. Now I will read the book. He is amazing and so is his family.
I held my darling grandma’s hand when she died and had the other hand on the rail of her hospital bed. I can tell you for a minute that seemed like hours, I there was a noise like a roller coaster that kept on going and the room and rail were shaking as the “coaster” passed and I felt my grandma’s spirit move down her arm and out of our hands and pop like a soap bubble and there was total peace and silence and she was gone.
I couldn’t talk about it for years and then only told a few close friends.
God bless Randy.
Sorry to hear about your father BrianNY. When my father passed away from cancer 16years ago, he said he heard his mother calling him to come home. Freaked us out, but I too became a believer.
We should never forget from whence we come and whence we go – and the importance of living to the best of our ability in between. God’s mercy and grace are ever present.
I read the original article when it came out. It is a moving story.
After your thoughtfully reminding me of that article with this thread I now have the book on order.
Cancer Sucks.