Friday, December 29, 2017

Sesame Street: Can Its Sunny Way Sweep Our Dark Clouds Away?

Miracle GirlSesame Street: Can Its Sunny Way Sweep Our Dark Clouds Away?

In the age of Trump and Charlottesville, can you tell me how to get to Sesame Street's multicultural, humanistic values? 
One idealistic young person at a time.
Everything will be A-okay...if we fight for Sesame Street's empathetic values. A Cookie-Monster-blue wave is on its way.

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  1. The earliest episodes of “Sesame Street” are available on digital video! ... can prepare young or old for this frightening glimpse of simpler times. ... Right, the trance of early “Sesame Street” and its country-time sequences. ... The Way Old: YouTube is great for performance here


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Coma Girl

Not a miracle recovery, but a miracle of modern medicine

In 2013 I fell into a six-week coma and nearly died after I contracted legionella. The Legionnaire's disease was in turn triggered by immunosuppression caused by the prednisone I was taking for my rare autoimmune disease, dermatomyositis.

I suffered a series of strokes on both sides of my brain when the sepsis caused my blood pressure to plummet. I fell into a deep coma. My kidneys and lungs began to fail, as my body was began dying one organ at a time. My doctors told my loved ones to give up hope for my full recovery. They expected me to die, and even if I somehow lived, I would remain a vegetable or at best left so hopelessly brain-damaged that I would never be same. But unbeknownst to them, while they were shining lights in my eyes and shaking their heads, I was telling them in my coma-dream--my secular version of a near-death experience--to leave me alone because I was trying to get back to sleep. I was experiencing what is known as covert cognition, the subject of my Skeptical Inquirer article "Covert Cognition: My So-Called Near-Death Experience," which appeared in their July/August issue.

But it wasn't a miracle--despite what so many continue to believe--that I recovered so fully. I owe my life not to God, but the miracles of modern medicine, as well as the nature of the watershed-area brain damage I suffered, as I detailed in my article and in this blog.