If I am to be entirely honest you would be a fool not to give this you full and undivided attention for its full and undivided duration. I imagine the experience will contribute in ways you might not be able to place words against. It is a profound wondering about the experience of life, death and cancer.
'… she knew she was going to die anyway, and then she decided that day would be the day. I think it was the loneliness thing I’ve ever seen. She walked past me and laid on the bed and she nodded yes to the Doctor. I can’t find words for what it felt like to be there.’ A film about the last hour of a life.
In the search for the 'Soul of America' I know the voice that will point us there has a very particular tone. Such tone comes from a place beyond the opinion of right and wrong. From presence without need to convince. Michael spoke with this tone. Might we find the courage to be a little kinder in the absence of tragedy.
‘… and they call me a migrant. And they call me a thief. And they call me a beggar man. An asylum seeker. And I was once a teacher. I was once a family man. I was once a dreamer. A community leader. I’ve seen friends and family all scattered and broken. And we don’t know why the cruelty keeps raging.