Burying a Black Swan
Today, we laid my brother to rest.
My brother prided himself on being a black swan:
+ The cancer wasn't supposed to be detected so early with no symptoms.
+ The cancer on his liver wasn't supposed to go away.
+ He wasn't supposed to live 19 months, much less 4 1/2 years.
+ He wasn't supposed to survive a blood clot in his leg that nearly reached his heart.
+ He wasn't supposed to make it out of the ICU when he had double pneumonia.
He wasn't supposed to do many things, but he did.
The following excerpt from a Malcolm Gladwell column in the New Yorker about Nassim Taleb, author of the book Black Swan: The Impact of the Highly Improbable, was found in his planner:
“…because once you have been a black swan – not just seen one, but lived and faced death as one – it becomes easier to imagine another on the horizon.”
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