Goodbye to Oliver Wolf Sacks (1933-2015).
The man filled his life with good works. He filled the lives of his readers with his humanistic appreciation of the life energy and the life potential in the afflicted persons who were the subjects of his books and, sometimes, the beneficiaries of his work as a neurologist.
If you haven’t read The Man Who Mistook His Wife For a Hat, get to it. You have plenty of time to read it, and, if you’re like me, when you put it down you’ll realize you have new understandings of human-ness and of our marvelous will to live and of our sometimes very mysterious capacities to do so.
Sacks was a raconteur sans pareil and a peerless empath. He had gifts that were on full display in his books.
Read any one of them. You can’t go wrong.
Oliver Sacks, requiescat in pace.
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