Viktor E. Frankl

Viktor Frankl’s theory and therapy grew out of his experiences in Nazi death camps. He saw that people who had hopes of being reunited with loved ones, or who had projects they felt a need to complete, or who had great faith, tended to have better chances than those who had lost all hope. This video is presented by Lifespan Learning Institute.

Years ago, during my studies of Psychoanalysis, Psychology and related disciplines, I was privileged to meet Dr. Frankl. He was on a speaking tour of the United States and came to my home town. After the lecture, Dr. Frankl stayed in the hall to meet people on a personal basis. I talked to him for only five minutes, but will never forget the feel of his handshake; the experience of his presence.

Dr. Frankl was a survivor of the Holocaust. He had spent over three years in a Nazi death camp and lived to tell about it. Having seen the most inhuman conditions possible, he did not lose faith that life had meaning and was worthy of living. It was this faith that guided him through the horrendous ordeal.

The main thing Dr. Frankl taught was life has meaning, and the quotes below illustrate how he endured in the worst of conditions.

“Between stimulus and response there is a space. In that space is our power to choose our response. In our response lies our growth and our freedom.”

“…everything can be taken from a man but one thing: the last of the human freedoms — to choose one’s attitude in any given set of circumstances, to choose one’s own way.”

Viktor E. Frankl, Man’s Search For Meaning

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Need for Speed

I’m going fast, nowhere special, just need speed, I can not be slow. Running stops, and beating red lights, Pedal to the metal, gotta go. Have no time to smell the roses, take a vacation, or just relax. Got too just, keep on moving, quicker, faster, making tracks. Burning candles at both ends, and even in the middle too. Something big and bad is chasing, stirring up an evil brew. I can feel it getting closer, reaching for me every day. Have no clue as what it is, or why I just keep running away. Now I’m done, can‘t go no further, moving fast has ruined my health. Looking back to see what’s chasing, saw me running from myself.

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My Cat

Nugget rests upon my lap.
We are both long past our prime.
Our writing bouts, full of fun.
We’ve paid our dues, done our time.

While I write this poem, he helps,
clawing at my pen, stabbing
tiny holes in the paper
for which he is now grabbing.

We spend the day this way
until time for napping,
he in my lap, I in my chair,
dream puff castles in the air.

There is no fear of the future
for when we finish this life
we both will be together
again in the land of paradise.

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Suicide and NDEs

What might happen when suicide is attempted.

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