She Dreams in Numbers

When I was teenager, which would be eons ago and I've forgotten how to count, my mom brought a small book at home that would somehow change my life. I wasn't sure if she had read it but the title caught my attention. At that age, it took a lot to get my attention. I didn't need anyone to tell me to read it but the small book seems easy enough to read that I thought even I could tackle it. [My choice of reading at that time was mostly confined to comic books and the last book of the Bible "Revelation" but that's another story for later.] The title of the book was "Man's Search for Meaning" by Viktor Frankl. The book is divided into two parts: the first one is the author's own account while in a German concentration camp; the second is his thesis on man's psychology.

Years later, I realized how Frankl's experience and inquiries on why things were happening to his people [the Jews] would echo a universal theme. I think however we choose to deal with it or not, the ugly reality of life is here. But beside that ugliness, there is hope and beauty and redemption. This is truth that is timeless.

To this day, I am grateful that my mom brought that book at home. Perhaps she planted it. Who knows? Whatever it was, it made me into a thinking person.

Folks, remember your moms. Have a happy Mother's Day.


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