Point of view helped the cast of New Girl

Point Of View Allows Us, And Nick Miller, To Grow

Point-of-view is everything. To Winston, Nick was procrastinating on his zombie novel; to Nick, it was a life experience at the zoo.


Difference in perspective is what allows us to grow as a society and learn from one another. Take Nick Miller (from "New Girl") for example. Living as a bartender with the aspirations of an author, Nick wrote a zombie novel. It was terrible—which was not all that surprising—but he included a word search, and all great authors include a word search.

The point of Nick's journey to becoming an awful writer is that he decided to live as Ernest Hemmingway did. By living in the moment, Nick forced his good friend Winston to wake up from his adjusted schedule and accompany him to the zoo. A trip like this isn't out of the ordinary, but Nick made sure to change that. In addition to Winston, Nick brought a flask with him to ensure he could live wild and free like Hemmingway. During this event, Nick was convinced he was living the writer's life, while Winston merely said: "Nick this isn't life experience, this is drunk at the zoo."

This is where perspective comes in. Many people would agree that Nick was simply hammered at the zoo, but point-of-view allows Nick to use his drunkenness as a way to fuel his motivation. Winston saw drunk Nick, Nick saw drunk Nick; the importance is how they viewed it. One saw an idiot and the other saw the potential to become everything Hemmingway was. This odd journey shows us that how other people view the situation is rarely ever how we see it ourselves. Having the patience and open mind to see things as others do will push us further in life. We grow as individuals and then hopefully as a society.

Having different points of view can also keep us in check. Winston was right that Nick wasted a whole day. By confronting him about it, Nick was forced into the reality that he was once again procrastinating. Although the day motivated Nick to finish the novel, it was also Winston's blunt truth that caused him to work harder. No one likes to be called out, but sometimes it puts us back on track.

So what can we do with perspectives? We can grow irritable when others disagree with us. We can argue a point or we can build our patience and hear the other side of the story. Differing in point-of-view can be draining but ultimately it grows our society. If everyone thought the same and made the same choices, our trajectory would have far less potential. People change; mindsets change, but it's how we get to those changes that matter.

Nick and Winston constantly roast each other. That might not be the best way to deal with things, but it shows one another they can grow in places they hadn't before. Without Winston, Nick wouldn't have finished his novel, and without Nick, Winston would still be convinced he likes his adjusted schedule.

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Working With People Who Are Dying Teaches You So Much About How To Live

Spending time with hospice patients taught me about the art of dying.


Death is a difficult subject.

It is addressed differently across cultures, lifestyles, and religions, and it can be difficult to find the right words to say when in the company of someone who is dying. I have spent a lot of time working with hospice patients, and I bore witness to the varying degrees of memory loss and cognitive decline that accompany aging and disease.

The patients I worked with had diverse stories and interests, and although we might have had some trouble understanding each other, we found ways to communicate that transcended any typical conversation.

I especially learned a lot from patients severely affected by dementia.

They spoke in riddles, but their emotions were clearly communicated through their facial expressions and general demeanor, which told a story all on their own.

We would connect through smiles and short phrases, yes or no questions, but more often than not, their minds were in another place. Some patients would repeat the details of the same event, over and over, with varying levels of detail each time.

Others would revert to a child-like state, wondering about their parents, about school, and about family and friends they hadn't seen in a long time.

I often wondered why their minds chose to wander to a certain event or time period and leave them stranded there before the end of their life. Was an emotionally salient event reinforcing itself in their memories?

Was their subconscious trying to reconnect with people from their past? All I could do was agree and follow their lead because the last thing I wanted to do was break their pleasant memory.

I felt honored to be able to spend time with them, but I couldn't shake the feeling that I was intruding on their final moments, moments that might be better spent with family and loved ones. I didn't know them in their life, so I wondered how they benefited from my presence in their death.

However, after learning that several of the patients I visited didn't have anyone to come to see them, I began to cherish every moment spent, whether it was in laughter or in tears. Several of the patients never remembered me. Each week, I was a new person, and each week they had a different variation of the same story that they needed to tell me.

In a way, it might have made it easier to start fresh every week rather than to grow attached to a person they would soon leave.

Usually, the stories were light-hearted.

They were reliving a memory or experiencing life again as if it were the first time, but as the end draws nearer, a drastic shift in mood and demeanor is evident.

A patient who was once friendly and jolly can quickly become quiet, reflective, and despondent. I've seen patients break down and cry, not because of their current situation, but because they were mourning old ones. These times taught me a lot about how to be just what that person needs towards the end of their life.

I didn't need to understand why they were upset or what they wanted to say.

The somber tone and tired eyes let me know that what they had to say was important and worth hearing. What mattered most is that someone who cared was there to hear it.

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Poetry On The Odyssey: It's a Girl

An ode to the little girl raised to be insecure.


They raise little girls to be insecure

Little girls grow to be big girls

People always ask big girls why they're so insecure

Big girls aren't quite sure

Day after day the big girl can't keep up

She's exhausted

Her soul feels worn

The big girl learns to grow hard

In a way, she's a bit stronger

People call her a bitch


What is that?

How can she let that affect her

It's simply the only way to be her

She mourns that little girl

Hoping that one day

She'll be strong

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