This poem is handy to know. Recently a friend of mine dropped his iPhone into water. People said to put it in a bag with rice, a common response.
(Note - just checked the rice-cell phone solution here.)
The rice soution gave me a chance to quote Fire and [R]ice.)
Some say the cell phone will end in fire, some in rice.
From what I've tasted of desire, I hold with those who
But if it had to perish twice
I think I know enough of hate
to say that for destruction rice
is also great
and will suffice.
My friend said, "Wow, did you make that up just now?"
Clearly he wasn't a Frost fan.
22:32 < lilski> I said earlier that I teach computer science students - but I basically teach them how to be human beings
First of all, what does it mean to be a human being, let alone teach someone to be one? I will make more of an effort to describe what I do because my flippant shorthand sounds stupid and arrogant.
When the usual response from people is a sad nod, and "Good idea," I am only reinforcing negative stereotypes -- and like all stereotypes, they can potentially lead to prejudice.
I've been broken. I've been healed by the transformative power of love, the possibility of hope even in a dark time.
Another thing that strikes me about your story is the sudden transition from darkness to possibility. That's how it happens. One minute you're on a bridge: the next you're finding a sense of Oneness with another sentient being.
Finally all through your journey, the highs and the lows, you've understood this: Stories happen to those who can tell them. I always felt that even during your saddest times, you had a sense of the narrative possibilities, so you crafted a story out of the darkness and shared it with us out here in the Hubskiverse. Sharing it helps you carry it a little more lightly.