Closing the book
My primary thought is this: As much as I empathize with all of the family members involved, we're talking here about one person whose functional life effectively ended fifteen years ago. None of the screaming protests, irate radio talk callers, high-minded newspaper editorials, or political pontificating of the last few weeks could change this fact. What good might have been done in the world if all of that energy and umbrage had been directed toward helping some of the millions of people in the world who could actually be helped, people whose tragic circumstances could actually be changed with a bit of effort and attention?
Was anyone's life saved by all the Terri Schiavo sturm und drang? Sadly, no. Was anyone's life made better? Again, sadly, no. And more importantly, did anyone learn that something beyond, and more important than, physical life exists? No, and that's what's peculiar to me. Most of the folks making the great amount of noise over this poor woman are supposed to believe in life after death. From all the argumentation, you'd suppose that once Terri Schiavo's body ceased its last function, her person would cease to be. Talk about "you of little faith"...
I wouldn't want to be starved to death. I don't want to see anyone else starved to death either. On the other hand, I wouldn't care to simply exist in a condition in which I can no longer offer value to the world when I can't write, can't teach, can't sing, can't do any of the things that make me the person I am. I do believe that were I still alive in such a condition, there must be a purpose for my continued existence. But apparently unlike so many involved in the debate, I have confidence that this isn't all there is, and if I go, then I go.
Now let's move on. Nothing more to see here.
And tomorrow, there will still be people in need of help, whom help will actually benefit. Let's try not to waste our opportunities.
2 insisted on sticking two cents in:
I have really tried to avoid this subject as well. While I tend to agree with you, I differ on the idea that her life had no value because she couldn't "do" anything. Perhaps the value was in the "being" and the purpose or value is not to be known to all of us. I believe it is possible that she was doing her moving from this plane to the other in segments. Today was the last day in the old house. It's not easy for me to choose on what side of the fence to land... I'll just straddle it for a while and keep on believing all life has value and purpose.
Perhaps I wasn't clear, Lynda, so I'll restate.
I didn't say that Terri's life had no value because of her inability to act or even react. I was speaking only of my view of my own life, not hers or anyone else's: "I wouldn't care to simply exist in a condition in which I can no longer offer value to the world — when I can't write, can't teach, can't sing, can't do any of the things that make me the person I am." And I do concur with you that life in such a condition may have purpose we don't understand; as I said: "I do believe that were I still alive in such a condition, there must be a purpose for my continued existence."
So I think we pretty much agree. I just need to express myself better! ;^)
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