Living a life with meaning
My mother and grandmother were both nursing sisters. And apparently very good ones too, when I asked my family about them. When it was time for me to choose an occupation, I chose to work behind the scenes, in pathology and later on, in medical aid administration. I didn`t know myself when it was time to choose a profession, who does at eighteen years old? Instead of working with people, I chose to work with analysing blood samples and specimens, and later on, with statistical data. It was only years later, having what I consider, a constructive middle age crises, when I felt a need for meaning and purpose, that I started to consider working with people. One of the most influential books I`ve read, is titled Man`s search for meaning, written by Holocaust survivor Viktor Frankl. I`ve often re-read this book, it remains an awe inspiring insight as to how his struggles and suffering in the death camps distilled in Viktor a tremendous love for his fellow man. The message of his work is tha...
