QUOTE(pallidin @ Mar 7 2005, 12:09 AM)
QUOTE(Vox @ Mar 6 2005, 08:25 AM)
People have been dying forever, why change the trend? Whatsmore trying to cheat death is admitting that you fear it.
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Hey Vox, great statements. I know where your coming from, but let me do a "slight" rebutal.
You said: "People have been dying forever, why change the trend?"
Well, I don't know how old you are, but if we kept the same trend from 100 years ago I would have been dead when I was 6(due to a cogenital defect that was corrected with modern medical techniques and lethal if not)
Above all that, many others have the grace of 5-10-20 years longer to live because of medical advances and personal lifestyle changes. I find that not only significant, but useful, as we often grow in maturity as we age; thus a longer life, generally, provides for greater wisdom to pass on to others.
You also said: "Whatsmore trying to cheat death is admitting that you fear it."
There should most certainly be some level of fear in death, else one would quickly die from even common day-to-day encounters. In other words, though death should not be feared, it most especially should not be welcome and avoided when possible.
To have absolutely no fear of death would put one in situations which are beyond common sense.
YOU may "know" what happens to your "life" after someone plugs a .357 into your brain, but most everyone else does not. So, we choose life as we know it and desire extensions of it.
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Okay now we're getting into an area that I have both some personal, AND professional experience with.
But I'll talk about the personal aspect. A few years ago, both of my grandparents became incapacitated to the point that neither of them could take care of themselves or each other. Although my grandfather was in a mental state at this time, due to several small CVA's (strokes) that he was not real coherent most of the time, my grandmother WAS coherent. Because of physical limitations and the desire to not leave her husband's side, she agreed to stay with him at the nursing home.
None of the family wanted them there, but none of the family had the means to care for grandpa, and gramms just wouldn't have it any other way.
But I visited her regularly. And about 3 months before she died, we sat outside on a park bench and talked for a while. She kept telling me about how someone she knew in the home had died. And she said it with a
smile on her face.
It disturbed me. And I finally said, "Gramms, I am uncomfortable with the way you are talking. You are talking like you want to die."
"I don't want to die. I want to
live.", she said.
"I don't understand." was my reply.
And then my grandmother said something that will stick with me forever. And I'll try and word it here the best I can.
"TJ, I want to live. But what is living? Does living entail being a productive member of society? Does living entail reminiscing about how you
were a productive member of society...but now you can do the things you
want to do? Or does living entail that you hang on with every last thread when almost no part of your 'living' body will physically work anymore?....................Death is a release."
She was a devoutly religious woman. A good woman. She would never have considered suicide and her only question to her creator was simply, "I'm ready, I think. Can I come home?"
As far as I know, she was the most peaceful person in the world and would never harm anyone. But if you would have come to her with your 'extension of life' idea at the moment I spoke with her, I'm thinking she would have used every last ounce of her being to lay you out on your ass.