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Wednesday, May 03, 2006

WEIRD, IF UNINSPIRED SIGNAGE



This is the Sherman Oaks office of The Grief Recovery Institute, an organization which, through its four day certification program, gives enrollees "a powerful foundation of non-directive and directive Grief Recovery® communication skills; format and instruction for the Grief Recovery® Outreach Program; and hands on, experiential training for facilitation of one-on-one and group Grief Recovery® Principles and Techniques."

FROM GRIEF.NET:
Enrollment is very limited and programs fill up quickly. The cost of the Certification Program is $1,795 US or $1,995 CND and a deposit of $500 is required to reserve your place. If submitting multiple applications for the same program group rates are available by contacting the Institute Visa, Mastercard, and American Express are accepted.



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1 Comments:

At 5/03/2006 9:14 PM, Richard in Port Orchard, WA said...

Good GRIEF, Charlie Brown. I'm always amazed at the American grief industry and how Americans deal with grief and shock, as opposed to people in other parts of the world. And it IS an industry. A big lucerative one.

No child can die without "grief counselors" showing up at school en masse to deal with the loss.

People are born, people get sick, people die. EVERYBODY dies. Some die too early, some get shot, some die in hurricanes or road accidents. Some die from airliners hitting their building and the survivors get millions for their grief. But their deaths are no different than being killed by a drunk driver or a drive-by shooting or cancer.

They DIED. Mourn a little for what was and what might have been then GET ON WITH IT. I think a lot of grief is about ME, ME, ME; the poor sad survivor. Woe is ME. Share MY grief. Pay attention to my sadness. See how MY life has been ruined.

Survivors of genocide, wars, natural disaster in other parts of the world don't seem to need all this counseling. Maybe Americans are too shielded from what life is. Birth, life, death. Live with it.

 

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