Two amazing lines from a Nelson poem

Poetry is a powerful weapon against the ignorance that clouds our world, even on the sunniest days.

Yesterday, I read Marilyn Nelson’s poem, Sequence, for the first time. It contains two lines that erased a tiny spot of ignorance from my brain, a spot I’ll never miss and, for its absence, I’ll be forever grateful.

Here are the two lines:

For him, I gave away my father’s name.
He gave away his mother’s love for me.

That sounds like such an unfair trade, a father’s name for a mother’s love. But then, life often seems unfair when viewed through judgment’s lenses.

A “broken” breaking news story

The writing and editing of news stories isn’t being done with as much care as they used to be. The story below appeared in the New York Post and was written by Philip Messing. What caught my attention was its last sentence: “It is not known yet how many people were aboard during the accident.” Did its author forget that in its first sentence he wrote that 750 people were aboard the ferry? And did anyone copy-edit it?

A Staten Island ferry packed with 750 people slammed into a dock in Staten Island tonight, leaving nine on board with minor injuries, authorities said.

The accident occurred at about 7:10 p.m. in the St. George ferry terminal, on the north end of Staten Island.

“The boat came in kind of hard when it was docking,” said a law enforcement source.

Emergency crews are on the scene now. It is not known yet how many people were aboard during the accident.

Why did so few sign “The M.B.A. Oath”?

In Harvard Business School’s current graduating class, the New York Times reported that about one in five of its members penned their signatures on “The M.B.A. Oath,” which the Times stated is “a voluntary student-led pledge that the goal of a business manager is to ‘serve the greater good.’ ” Unfortunately, the reporter who wrote the story missed the bigger issue: Almost 80% of the graduating class did not “The M.B.A. Oath.”

I would much rather have learned why the majority did not sign it than why the minority did.

A miracle or a message?

If you don’t believe in miracles, this story might convert you. It appeared in the May 10 issue of the New York Times on its obituary page.

The deceased was Marsha Mason, who died at 71 in her sleep. Nothing unusual there.

However, since she was about 11, Mason’s home was an iron cylinder as long as Wilt Chamberlain and similar in weight to a full-grown tiger: an iron lung.

Paralyzed from polio in 1948, doctors gave her no more than a year to live. But not only did she survive the first year, she lived for more than 50 years despite her immobility.

Fifty years despite not being able to move a muscle; however, she never let her disability prevent her from living to the best of her ability. She gave dinner parties and loved to socialize with the people who visited her.

What was the secret to her longevity? The Times article said Mason credited it to the fact that it was “because she was endlessly curious and there was so much to learn.”

In 1960, she graduated from Wake Forest College with a bachelor’s degree in English. She ranked #1 in her graduating class.

She also loved to write. She wrote articles for a local newspaper by  dictating them to her mother. And when a voice-activated computer became available to her, she wrote a memoir, Breath: Life in the Rhythm of an Iron Lung, which is listed on amazon.com.

Her life can teach us all an important lesson: Whatever your circumstances, don’t resist them. Be fully open to them. And find a passion that makes you look forward to every new day.

Next time I feel sorry for myself, I’m going to think of Marsha Mason, a truly amazing woman.