You misread what I said, Frags, but thanks for the apology? I edited it to make myself more clear
You misread what I said, Frags, but thanks for the apology? I edited it to make myself more clear
Baby Quit Your Cryin' Put Your Clown Britches On!!!
Fragony could you kill or let die your daughter because she might be considered 'ugly' by most? Especially as a father who might look behind her face and see something tremendously beautiful.
I understand where you are coming from. And if it would happen to me, I'd probably jumped tp my death put of the hospital window. But it is'nt me nor is it you. Perhaps she does have the will to live, will you still kill her as her father because she does have suffering? Would you think she's ugly? I wouldn't be able to, unless perhaps if she kept begging me.
It'sup
. Morst certainly is. And I wouldn't wish it to anyone. But that's one hard call to make. It is easy for us to say what we'd do. But if you really think about it, you'd know it is not only more than very cold logic which would be very much influenced by others and your emotion, but that such logic even fails to grasp the situation.
I've never understood the thought process that leads someone to suicide, such people must have such a complete and utter lack of hope and joy in their life, I can't understand how you could do it otherwise.
This girl was disfigured by a disease, so what?
She still has two eyes, ten fingers and ten toes, she can still talk. She could go on to become a doctor, or an artist or a great writer. Just because she has a physical deformity doesn't mean she should be consigned to the dustbin.
It's not like exceedingly beautiful people are necessarily happy.
"If it wears trousers generally I don't pay attention."
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but she wants to live......
There, but for the grace of God, goes John Bradford
My aim, then, was to whip the rebels, to humble their pride, to follow them to their inmost recesses, and make them fear and dread us. Fear is the beginning of wisdom.
I am tired and sick of war. Its glory is all moonshine. It is only those who have neither fired a shot nor heard the shrieks and groans of the wounded who cry aloud for blood, for vengeance, for desolation.
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