The Wicked
Dusk,
Hurst,
Mobile Phone,
Porcelain Skin,
Wicked,
death
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Dusk,
Hurst,
Mobile Phone,
Porcelain Skin,
Wicked,
death America must be the most egocentric democracy that has ever existed. In a world of ever increasing medical advances and improving healthcare, we are debating whether we should share these advancements with our own citizens. It would be morally wrong for us not to share our knowledge to benefit the sick and aging in the world, let alone our own neighbors. But as we fight over dollars and cents and particular language of certain procedures, the message is loud and clear to the world: we do not care about the well being of each other and the right of our citizens to a healthy life.
Imagine this: you are sitting around on your couch relaxing with your favorite animal companion. Your dog or cat is being really lazy, just lying there, when suddenly your pet jumps up and bolts for the door and you have no idea why. There have been no changes inside the house, and there are no noises coming from outside. You might get up and see what's at the front door, or you may just dismiss your animal as crazy. But could your pet's seemingly inexplicable flight be the first warning sign of an impending disaster?
My grandfather died with a martini waiting for him by his chair in the living room. He stood and walked to the kitchen to get some pretzels to accompany the chilled cocktail he planned on ending his day with and never made it back to his chair. When my uncle found him the next day on the floor between the kitchen and living room, he noticed no signs of a sudden fall. No bruises or evidence of struggle, eye glasses still in place, he appeared to have set himself down, accepting the pain in his chest that took his life. A doctor diagnosed the cause of death as cardiac arrhythmia, or abnormal electrical activity that alters the usual heartbeat. Knowing how his wife died just eighty-eight days earlier, I view it in simpler terms: my grandfather died of a broken heart.
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