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I Am A Man, I Was A Thinker

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As a child, I was always a thinker, never quick to believe what others say. When my parents reminded me of my Jewish faith, I was always skeptical as to why I had to blindly follow something. As I got older, bigger and even more morbid questions came to mind. The thoughts of death and the concept of it always made me curious, especially with the news of one of my closest teacher’s diagnosis of ALS. Since Mr. Coleman had to retire due to the disease taking over, I often had talks with him of what he expected. When considering what to write for this essay, my last thought was to write about something morbid, because I thought we had enough of that in life. From what I knew, Mr. Coleman was never that religious. Though he was born and raised Catholic, spiritual things never really interested him. He never had a wife or kids, which was seen odd to some of his students since all of our teachers above 45 were married. But he did have a strong family value, always gushing about his young nieces. When Mr. Coleman had become wheelchair bound, it became clear that he wasn’t going to get better. Our relationship became sort of a Tuesdays with Morrie type of thing. Near the end, he requested that I did not watch him wither away. Mr. Coleman was my first experience of death. Talking to him brought a lot of questions in mind of what happens when we die. Though most people believe in the concept of heaven or hell, I don’t. I was taught to believe in a God and as I got older I slowly

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