The Last Lecture By Randy Pausch Life Lessons

Throughout the novel The Last Lecture by Randy Pausch, the author told many stories from his life that captured meaningful life lessons. When Randy was in his twenties and thirties he had no kids which allowed him to spend a good deal of time with his sister's children. His niece and nephew, Laura and Chris went on a mission with Uncle Randy every month or so. An adventure in particular Randy shared to teach the reader the importance of people over things. When Randy picked them up that day he pulled up in his brand new Volkswagen convertible. His sister insturced her children to be carful and not to mess anything up in the new car. As his sister explained the rules to Laura and Chris Randy took care of his sister's worries. He turned a can

It was the first year we were old enough to stay with only my uncle no other adults. Every other thing was either glass or something breakable. Uncle Kevin had always taken pride in his belonging, but now he was alone with five children all under the age of 16. Riding in the elevator to my uncle's apartment my mom set two ground rules: 1. Don’t touch anything made of glass or that is shiny. 2. DO NOT sit on the bleach white couch shipped here from

I smudged my face against the glass taking in the beautiful city. Before my eyes reach the bottom were the people walked I felt my mom swoop beneath me. She whispered the first rule in my ear again and let me go as I ran to my uncle's arms to welcome him. Eventually my mom had to leave hoping the building would remain standing when she returned. First things first, we unpacked and settled into the guest rooms. Following us every step we took was Uncles Kevin’s precious and miniature yorkie, Mason. Not bigger than my forearm the dog pranced slightly underneath you. When we had finished we sat in the living room. Insuring there was nothing on either of our clothes, my brother and I carefully sat on the Italian white couch. Between us layed Mason, and as my uncle began to talk the adorable fluff ball started coughing. Before we knew it Mason puked on the elegant sofa. Of course my uncle was appalled to see throw up spilled on his beloved couch, but he keep calm as he wiped it off. Even though my uncle did the best to make the couch shimmer again, a stain the size of a tennis ball remained. The tension to be perfect broke when my uncle joked around about the accident. Uncle Kevin right then had made it clear Masons health was far more important than any furniture. Thought it might be very difficult to replace the sofa he ensured there was nothing to