Re: Bedtime for Democracy
I've read a lot here today about this case, I've read a lot about how awful a person Michael Shaivo is, how the government should not have stepped in as it did, how its all for money or politics.
What about Terri Shaivo? Lets assume that she's aware and reactive to things around her. Put yourself, if you can, in her place. You're a bright, active, relatively healthy person with many good years ahead of you. Plans for the future, a career to pursue, possibly even looking forward to parenthood sometime.
In an instant it all changes.
You awaken to find your dreams shattered. You are unable to move. You are unable to communicate; to let the people around you know what you think, what you're feeling, whether you're cold, or tired, or hungry. You realize that there will be no career, no children, no walking in the park or on a beach, or anywhere else. You are suddenly a prisoner in your own body. Your entire world now consists of interaction with strangers that feed you through a tube, move your arms and legs for you, bathe you, and change your diaper. You can't tell them that you don't like what's going on or if they're hurting you.
But you have memories, suddenly torturous memories, of being able to walk, talk, run, type at a keyboard, swim in the ocean, drive a car, make new friends and talk over old times with old friends. Your own life has stopped, but everyone else's has gone on. You know that these people taking care of you are going home at night to a life that you used to have, but never will again.
Now, if you've put yourself fully in her place, could you live like this? Would you want anyone to fight to keep you alive this way?
I've read a lot here today about this case, I've read a lot about how awful a person Michael Shaivo is, how the government should not have stepped in as it did, how its all for money or politics.
What about Terri Shaivo? Lets assume that she's aware and reactive to things around her. Put yourself, if you can, in her place. You're a bright, active, relatively healthy person with many good years ahead of you. Plans for the future, a career to pursue, possibly even looking forward to parenthood sometime.
In an instant it all changes.
You awaken to find your dreams shattered. You are unable to move. You are unable to communicate; to let the people around you know what you think, what you're feeling, whether you're cold, or tired, or hungry. You realize that there will be no career, no children, no walking in the park or on a beach, or anywhere else. You are suddenly a prisoner in your own body. Your entire world now consists of interaction with strangers that feed you through a tube, move your arms and legs for you, bathe you, and change your diaper. You can't tell them that you don't like what's going on or if they're hurting you.
But you have memories, suddenly torturous memories, of being able to walk, talk, run, type at a keyboard, swim in the ocean, drive a car, make new friends and talk over old times with old friends. Your own life has stopped, but everyone else's has gone on. You know that these people taking care of you are going home at night to a life that you used to have, but never will again.
Now, if you've put yourself fully in her place, could you live like this? Would you want anyone to fight to keep you alive this way?