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Empty Nest Magazine
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GENERATIONS
Excerpt from Letters to Sam: A Grandfather's Lessons on Love, Loss, and the Gifts of Life ”The Journey Inside” by Dr. Daniel Gottlieb
Reprinted with permission of Sterling Publishing Co., Inc., from LETTERS TO SAM by Daniel Gottlieb. Copyright © 2006 by Daniel Gottlieb. Dear Sam, The Bible says that God told Abraham to leave his father’s home—to depart from the land that he knew and “go forth.” And as he went forward, he should have faith that he would be cared for. In “going forth,” I think Abraham was really setting out to find the missing part of his soul. And a rabbi friend of mine tells me that the literal translation of the words in the Bible lech le’cha is “to go inside.” So his journey was not just external. It was also a journey into himself. One day, Sam, you will go forward on your journey. And when you do, you will face great fear and great hope. The journey inside could be the most courageous journey of all. *** My own journey was supposed to begin when I was eighteen. That’s when I left home for the first time to go away to college. All through high school I had struggled with a learning disability. Now that I was alone, that disability loomed as an obstacle. In addition, I was frightened and depressed. To make matters worse, my roommate was anti-Semitic, and I was afraid of him. That made me feel even more alone.With all of these burdens, I failed most of my courses. I wasn’t allowed to register for the second semester. This was in the middle of the Vietnam War, a war that frightened me, as well a war I didn’t believe in—and I knew if I couldn’t stay in college, I would probably be drafted. If I couldn’t make the grades to keep me in college, I would end up over in Vietnam fighting that war. I did what I had always done when I felt scared and alone. I called my mother. For the first time, she said, “I can’t help you from here. You have to do it on your own.” That’s the moment I identify as the preface to my journey. I insisted on meeting with the president of the university, and with a lot of persistence, I finally got to see him. I told him my story and asked him for another chance. He agreed to let me stay one more semester. Something about that moment changed me too. As it turned out, though, the expectations of the school were beyond me. I wound up going, the next year, to the only full-time night school in the region, which happened to be at a Catholic university. It turned out to be one of the most important years of my life. I lived alone. I made no friends. But I developed some academic skills, surprised myself with my resilience, and discovered my ability to tolerate solitude. My real journey began there—in solitude. *** Of course, I didn’t begin there by choice. And when the time comes for you to begin your journey, I hope you are in a different position. I hope you can begin your journey when you’re ready, and during that journey, I hope you have some sort of safety net. But I also hope you see that solitude lets us learn more about who we are.I have prominently displayed in my office a poem by an anonymous author. It’s called “Come to the Edge”:
“COME TO THE EDGE!” *** Sam, if we are to become the people we were meant to be, we must take this journey. Like Abraham, as we embark we must have faith that we will be okay on the other side.When you hit late adolescence, you will leave your parents’ home—if not literally, certainly metaphorically. You will have to go forth—and go within—to create your own life. Take with you the wisdom you have acquired from your parents, your grandparents, and your teachers. But remember, their wisdom is not necessarily your truth. Like Abraham, you must go forward in faith, and you must always be attentive to the quiet voice of your heart.
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