I recently arrived home from a youth service trip to St. Louis. On the 11-hour ride home in a 22-year-old, 15-passenger van with no A/C and no tape deck, and the cigarette lighter powering a small portable fan in the third row of the van, we listened to more radio than I have listened to since I was a sophomore in high school. Several members in the van love country music, ...

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I love listening to life stories.  As a hospice chaplain, I loved sitting with our patients and their loved ones engaging in what many hospice teams call “life review.”  When did you meet your spouse?  When was Reggie born?  What is your favorite holiday?  When did you learn you were ill?  A few simple questions and the stories come pouring forth. Of late, I’ve been listening to the life stories of ...

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I know of few students who aspire to serve in end of life care.  I sure didn’t.  If anyone had told me that I would spend the first decade of my professional life serving the dying and their families as well as thinking, writing and talking about death and I dying, I would have thought that person to be morbid, strange, and sad.  Most of society does not think ...

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