Thursday, August 9, 2007

Nothing is Impossible


Yes, I knew about Christopher Reeve. Of course, he was the star of Superman movies of which I had seen none. From brief newspaper articles, I had known that he was completely paralyzed by some accident and lived his life in a wheelchair. In recent times, I remember reading a story about his death. This was about all the factual knowledge I had of him.

Of late, I have found myself thinking about reading autobiographies and biographies. Stories of real people, episodes of real courage, individual abilities to change natural courses of destiny. Maybe I want help to believe that after all, every individual has it in oneself to work with the impossible, and fight, even successfully, in situations commonly surrendered to in name of destiny. And that this power is not limited to heroes and superheroes of literary and tinsel world. And that the ability to create good is not a fictional quality endowed only to protagonists of our books and movies.

They say what you think about, you often come across. Maybe that is why my eyes fell on these words “Nothing is Impossible” Christopher Reeves carved in bold black letters.
The simple black cover of the book mostly covered by a black and white photopotrait of a calm and content looking man , identified by the words below “Christopher Reeve”. The footnote announcing the title “Nothing is impossible” Reflections on a new Life. I knew immediately, that this was what I was going to start with in fulfilling my new interest.

The back cover read “Christopher Reeve has mastered the art of turning the impossible into the inevitable. Now he shows us that we are all capable of overcoming seemingly insurmountable hardships. He interweaves anecdotes from his life with speeches and interviews he’s given. Nothing is Impossible reminds us that life is not to be taken for granted but to be lived fully with zeal, curiosity, and gratitude. That is a powerful message in itself, but it is the messenger who gives it its full resonance.”

The book is written in parts, each part reflecting a Element that was key in Reeve’s New Life, the life he lived after an equestrian accident that left him paralyzed from shoulder down, dependent on a vent to take every breath of his life.

The first, about The First Decision is when Reeve struggles with the new reality - the impossible seeming life that lies ahead of him without the use of any of his limbs, without the ability to breathe on his own. He wishes to die. How he with the help of his soul mate, his wife, Dana, take a decision to not die but to live. He realized that the decision to fight what was impossible was the key in rendering the impossible not so impossible, after all.

The second, Humor. When things are really bad, you have to laugh. We use humor to relieve tension and cope with many things in life that are whimsical and even absurd. In this part, through the various real life episodes of humor he created, Reeve tells us how humor helped him overcome and take control over serious situations which had the capacity to overwhelm his life totally.

The third, Mind/Body. Here Reeve shares his realization that the mind holds a strong power over the body. He narrated how he helped his deep ankle wound heal through visualizing in his mind a healthy ankle for months. Indeed, the human mind and body has powers beyond when we think are not possible. The victory over his ankle gave Reeve a confidence that after all he did have some measure of control over his body, through the power of his mind at least.

The fourth, Parenting. After his accident, the one of the worst feelings that Reeve had was that he could no longer be a successful parent, do things with his children and live up to his role as a father. Thus, he wanted to die. In course of his new life, he discovers that even without doing things he could be there with his children, retain their respect and teach them things they wanted to learn. His disability gave him the opportunity to talk with his children instead of being engaged in outdoor activities. He realized that his disability was no way a barrier in his being a better parent.


The fifth, Religion. Reeve describes his attempts with organized religions never gave him a sense of belief and comfort. His sense of religion can be summed up in the quote he uses to describe what he feels closest to religion.
When I do good, I feel good.
When I do bad, I feel bad.
And that is my Religion.
- Abraham Lincoln, 1860.

The sixth, Advocacy. Reeve went on to become a big advocate for research in the field of spinal injuries. He advocated for favorable legislation and grants of budgets consistently. Advocacy gave a sense of purpose to his life .Only a person who is going through a serious situation can become the strongest advocate for that cause. He achieved a few successes and many failures. He speaks in this section, of his various efforts to this cause.

The seventh, Recovery. This section is particularly inspiring. Reeve describes how he slowly achieved successes in regaining sensation in his limbs. He pushed his limits, exercised in ways a quadriplegic could and challenged himself to tasks the medical sciences would simply written off as impossible. As the nerves beyond a certain point o his spinal cord had been damaged, Reeve had lost all functions relating to them including use and sensation of all his limbs. He narrates his persistent efforts, and how through them, he succeeds in regaining some sensation through development of new nerve paths. One can only learn through this, that human potential is never to be doubted .It is maybe infinite and there exists no impossibility which may not be possible.

The eighth, Faith. He says “Gradually I have come to believe that spirituality is found in the way we live our daily lives. It means spending time thinking about others. It’s not hard to imagine that there is some kind of higher power. We don’t have to know what form it takes, exactly where it exists, just to honor it and try to live by it is enough. Because we are human we will often fail, but at least we know that we do not deserve to be punished. This knowledge makes us safe and willing to try again.”

The last, Hope.
Hope is itself a species of happiness, and, perhaps, the chief happiness which this world affords: but, like all other pleasures immoderately enjoyed, the excesses of hope must be expiated by pain; and expectations improperly indulged must end in disappointment.
- Samuel Johnson.
Reeve ends with “At some time, often when we least expect it, we all have to face overwhelming challenges. It is very tempting to give up, yet we have to find the will to keep going. When the unthinkable happens, the lighthouse is hope. Once we find it, we must cling to it with absolute determination. When we have hope, we discover powers within ourselves we may have never known-the power to make sacrifices, to endure, to heal, and to love. Once we choose hope, everything is possible”

The book ends with a photograph of a lighthouse at sea, a symbol of solid hope, the kind that helped Reeve live through the most impossible of situations.

I remember having read somewhere:
If wealth is lost nothing is lost,
If health is lost something is lost,
If Hope is lost everything is lost.
A great saying, I had said then. But today when I put down this book, I said as they say at then end of calculations following mathematical hypothesis: THUS, PROVED.

Wednesday, August 8, 2007

The Wizard of Oz


THE WIZARD OF OZ
L.FRANK BAUM Illustrated by Michael Hague.




For some time now, images of childhood tales and books have been visiting my mind. Oh! How I used to love the magical fairies, brownies, pixies and others of the world created by Enid Blyton. A sudden urge to revisit them led me to search the internet for e-books of the same. Not finding any free versions, I looked up our library for copies. Surprisingly, they had not a single copy. Strange that, what I thought were the most popular children books, do not find shelf space in one of the biggest libraries of the Bay Area. Still wanting some magic in my life, I started searching for other children’s books and fairy tales hoping that a familiar name would pop up and evoke long lost happy memories. This was when, amongst others, “The Wizard of Oz”, came up on a screen.

“Yes, I have read this”, I said. The name was so familiar, The Wizard of Oz. Trying to concentrate, in order to extract some images of the book, I closed my eyes. And there appeared an image of a scarecrow and some obscure magical lands and castles. Now, I knew for sure, I had been there. And then I decided, I would revisit it to claim my magical experiences back.

The next two days passed without event. A few more failed attempts at trying to get online, my favorite “Magic Faraway Tree” of Enid Blyton fame, only helped by making me want to reach magical lands once again. So, yesterday when I finally was in the library, I headed to the children’s section. Here they were. A line of titles ending themselves in “…..Of Oz”. And I thought there was only one book. Must have been at least 10 books forming the OZ series. But having made up my mind to meet my childhood acquaintance, I looked for “The Wizard of Oz”. Finally I found it. A strange sense of excitement swept over me as I reached out for it, the kind one would feel when one is about to meet a best friend from childhood after 20 years. I looked at the cover and there from the cover looked back at me, a Scarecrow, the image of whom had flashed past my mind when I searched for my past as a child. A sense of glee. And then there were others. A tin man, a young girl, a lion and a small black dog. Yes, I had known them all. I had been with them, traveled with them. And now, I was going to do that again. I carefully stacked the yellow and green book in my blue library basket. Over the next few minutes, a few more titles, more adult and more appropriate for my age, joined ranks with my childhood friend.

Once back home, it didn’t take me long to settle down on my good old couch with my Book. Oh! I was so ready to leave this world behind and be whisked away like Dorothy in this book, to another magical one. So I turned the cover to the first page.

Here, L.Frank Baum wrote …….the story of “The Wizard of Oz” was written solely to please children of today. It aspires to being a modernized fairy tale, in which the wonderment and joy are retained and the heartaches and nightmares are left out”

I traveled through the book with Dorothy, who gets blown away in a cyclone with her dog Toto, to a magical land of Oz. Beautiful as much as it is in comparison to her dreary home, she longs to get back. She meets kind witches and wizards there but alas! No one knows the way back. She is directed to meet the Wizard of Oz who lives in a distant land. In hope that he might help her find her way back home, she bravely starts her journey through this magical land. On her way she rescues those who would be her friends as long as she will be in this land, the Scarecrow, Tinwoodman and the lion. They join her in the journey, each in order to find something they so strongly wish to possess. The story is about their adventures throughout the journey and the efforts they make to achieve what they wish for. They meet people from different lands, the Munchkins, the Winkies, the Quadlings, the mice, the winged monkeys and others. Each encounter shows how they overcome obstacles and carry on their journey. In the end, each one does get what they started out to get. So a happy ending.

The vivid illustrations by Michael Hague made the book come to life as the images sprang up between words creating landscapes and moments. I had spent 3 hours in The Land of Oz and it was now time to return back to my land. With a smile on my lips, I closed the cover of the book and tried to reflect back through my journey. My main reflection was the beauty and simplicity with which the book had given the message that what one looks for thinking one lacks, is to be found in oneself. We think we lack something and we keep searching for it far and near. But it is to be found only in oneself. As a child, maybe I had just enjoyed the story about this magical world. But today, as an adult, the book not only gave me moments of a child’s joy but subtly grew as a realization within …...
“The Land of Magic, The Land of Oz, is within us. What we look for, we find in ourselves alone.”