Death is Such an Easy Thing to Say...

I don't usually spend my time wondering where I'd die and how, but there are times when I catch myself thinking about it.  It's somewhat of a depressing thing to think about, in my opinion, so I tend to stray away from those types of thoughts.  But since I'm in Journalism and I have to write about death, I guess I have to think about it.

Where would I like to die?  I honestly couldn't give you a straight answer; I haven't been everywhere, experienced everything, nor contemplated where I want to die long enough. However, I'll tell you my number one choice (for now).

 I would like to die in Saipan, my hometown.  I grew up on  the rock, so I'm both emotionally and 'spiritually' connected to the island.  I couldn't imagine dying anywhere else nor being buried anywhere else.  If I died somewhere else, like in Spain or in South Africa, I wouldn't mind as much, but I'd better be buried in Saipan.  It's not my death's location that matters to me, but my burial site.  I find that to be much more important.  Saipan is my home and will continue to be my home, no matter how far away I am from it.  I know it's a bit cheesy, but your home is your home, you know?  You maintain an inseparable relationship with your home, no matter what.  No matter the ecological damage; no matter the political or economical damage; no matter the sociality damage.  Your home is your home.
So yeah, I don't care WHERE I die.  Whether it's in the state of Wisconsin or on the streets of Dubai, as long as my body ends up in Saipan, I don't care.

I'd Bring Back...

If I could bring one person to life,  I would choose Anne Frank.  And if I were to serve her dinner, I would serve bread and cheese; simple, yet filling.

Some of you might question why I chose Anne Frank, but most of you would understand.  She's one of the most well-known Jewish figures that died in the Holocaust, known mainly because of her diary, which was later published as "The Diary of Anne Frank."  However, she wasn't well-known when she died, but became famous after the discovery and publishing of her diary.  I read the book and I honestly can say that she is one of the most courageous people I have ever 'met' (figuratively of course; I met her through her writings).  Even as a young adolescent, she was able to brave everything that was going around her.

Page 110 of my 400-page Autobiography

My twenties were awesome.  Young, but old enough to do adult things.  Immature, but still mature enough to carry out necessary tasks.  Irresponsible, but still responsible enough to do what was needed.  I loved being in my twenties.  

The one thing I cherish and miss the most about being young is the fitness level.  You see, no matter how hard I try, I can't be fit and old.  My antique limbs just won't carry out those next one-hundred steps needed to get my daily exercise done for the day. If it's not my back one day, it's my hip the other. When I was twenty, the only thing I had to worry about was cramping from running 5-miles. I was young and fit and I looked amazing.  That's another thing I miss: a fit, toned, body.  I was still young enough to maintain a fast metabolism, so I didn't gain weight as fast as I do now. Without even preparing, running two-miles was an easy task to complete. When I was twenty, I remember running three-miles every morning I felt like running. Now, I never feel like running, and even if I did, I wouldn't make the first hundred meters. 

Secrets To Be Told...: Part 6

“Jordan?” I heard a weak mumble come out of the hood. “Who the hell is Jordan?”

            “Don’t you try to play games with me!” I said stubbornly. ‘What now? Jordan thinks he can fool me? Jesus, I’m going to hurt him.’

            “What the HELL are you saying?” he mumbled a bit louder.  He slowly moved himself up in a sitting position and his hood came off his head.  I then saw his face.