Assisting Murder or Assisted Suicide?

Assisting Murder or Assisted Suicide?

"It is not a matter of life and death but about the timing and manner of inevitable death."- unknown

You are waiting at death's door for your creator or whatever you believe in to call you to the other side. Unfortunately, your body is in good shape and can hang on for weeks or maybe months for that matter. The agonizing pain has overcome you and the words you never thought you would say slip out, "I want to die." The words are not spoken lightly or a plea for attention. They are real and you mean what you say. As a family member looking at your loved one laying there hoping to be taken from this world you feel helpless. As much as you try to comfort them or ease their pain there is now nothing you can do. The illness has to take its course. What if in the final moments of your life you face this same situation? Would you opt for the choice to escape your own pain and die with dignity?

Donald McNeely faced a similar situation with his wife. His wife had a brain tumor and was bedridden and under the care of hospice expecting death to overcome her, but to her it was not soon enough. Her husband finally heard her cry for help and decided to take her death into his own hands. He shot his wife and killed her. He now faces two years in prison for the crime of second degree murder. Donald McNeely made this decision because his wife was faced with no other options. What if she had? Would this family have faced such a tragic end to their mothers life? Would they maybe not only have had to lose their mom but their dad too? So many things could have been different about this situation. Unfortunately this family was faced with no choice therefore resulting in tragedy.

The Death with Dignity Act is in place in four states so far. This act allows terminally ill patients the choice of taking a prescription to end their life when they are ready. The patient has to meet many requirements before just being handed this medication. It is not something that is taken lightly or encouraged. We can look at activist's who are for it or not for it. We could examine both sides of the case. The physicians who prescribe the medication are looked at as murderers. From the Christian standpoint your life is planned out and is not yours to take. Once again we can look at it from many different aspects but at the end of the day I choose to look at it this way. Who am I to rob this option from someone who is suffering and wants free from their pain? Although I may never choose the option if presented with it, it doesn't mean I should take the option away from others.

We watch people who challenge the Death with Dignity Act. Only to look at these protestors who are well and not in a situation that involves this decision. How dare they object to the compassion of choice?

We all think we know what we would do when put in a horrific situation like this but Ine never knows what option they would choose until placed in this position. I pray for everyone's sake you never have to make a decision like this one but what if you do? When a tragedy like this occurs and it seems you have run out of options why not have that one last choice?

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A Thank You Letter To My Best Friend

All the things I should thank you for more often than I do.

To My Best Friend,

This thank you is long overdue. There are so many things I want to thank you for, and I’m sure I’m going to still be missing some by the end of this letter. But here is a small token of my gratitude for just being by my side in this life and making it all worthwhile.

Thank you first of all for accepting me and loving me for exactly who I am. This isn’t easy. I can be stubborn, difficult and confusing, but you love and accept me for me. There are days I wonder when you’ll finally come to your senses and move on and find a new BFF, one who isn’t so complicated, but to my amazement, you never do. You tell me you’ll take the good with the bad, and when I question whether I have any good left, you’re always there to reassure me and show me that I do. Thank you for loving me in my dorky and difficult moments, moments where if the rest of the world saw them, they’d probably walk away. Thank you for understanding me like no one else does; if we didn’t have the connection we did, I can’t imagine how lonely and big this world would feel. Because of you, this world seems like a little friendlier place, one I can see myself being a part of.

Thank you for being my biggest fan. Besides my family, you are my biggest supporter, and I know that when I win, you win, and when you win, I win. In this battle we call life, it doesn’t matter who’s in my opponents corner, because I know I am always going to have you in mine, and that’s the best asset I could ever ask for. You encourage me to chase my dreams like no one else does, and I can tell that you sincerely hurt when I hurt — not many people care about me in such a deep way. Whatever crazy dream I tell you I’m going to chase after next, you believe I can do it, even when the rest of the world thinks I’m crazy for even suggesting it. When something good happens, you’re the first person I want to tell, and when something bad happens, you’re the first one I go to for support.

Thank you for being you. You are incredible my dear, and I can’t wait to constantly remind your husband that he got crazy lucky and out kicked his coverage big time. You are beautiful inside and out. On the outside, you are so gorgeous; you’re very own unique and incredible definition of beauty, and I know I’m one of many who see it. You’re intimidating to stand next to in pictures because I know your light shines so bright, but I’ll gladly stand next to you and take a picture, because I’m so excited to show the world how breathtakingly beautiful my best friend is. On the inside you are even prettier, with a warm heart, a sharp mind and an unbelievable personality. You are hands down the funniest person I know, and I still can’t believe that someone as funny and hilarious as you chooses to spend her time with someone as dweeby and awkward as me. I mean, half the time we’re laughing at some fail I had or something stupid I did, so I guess I contribute a little bit to our constant laughing. You are so kind and so sweet, and have the biggest heart of anyone I know. God spent a little extra time when he made you, because you’re the total package: you’re beautiful, awesome and amazing, all wrapped in one, and I’m so lucky he put you in my life—he knows I’d be lost without you.

Thank you for being there for me whenever I need it. It was once said that “all that relationships are are being there for someone when they need you,” and you’re a pro at this. Whether it be because another boy is being stupid or I’m feeling alone, I know all I need to do is call you, and I’ll instantly feel better. You help my through the countless problems Lord knows I have trouble solving, and you reassure me that no matter what, you’re always going to be there for me. This is huge, and something very few people have been able to do for me, but you always have, and I know you always will be. And that is the most reassuring thing I know, knowing that if all hell breaks loose, the world falls apart and I have no one, I’ll have you. And that is all I need.

Thank you for being a spark, a light in my life that no matter how dark the world around us gets, is always there to light my way and show me the way home. Thank you for laughing with me when God blesses us with a funny moment, and crying with me when God is trying to tell me something. Thank you for standing beside me in the greatest of moments and the darkest of hours. Thank you for being the one I share my fondest memories with: all the nights we stayed up really late, all the exciting adventures we went on and all the inside jokes we still laugh about today. Thank you for growing up with me; for being there every step of the way and creating some of my happiest moments with me. Thank you for all the memories I've shared with you, and I can't wait for what crazy adventure we're going to go on next.

So thank you for accepting me, loving me, and supporting me. Thank you for being your wonderful self, and thank you for being there for me, through thick and thin, even when I'm at my lowest. Thank you for shining your brilliant light into my life and illuminating my world.

Oh, and thank you for being my maid of honor. I know I won’t need to ask you for a while, but you had to know it was coming, right?

Thank you for being the godmother to my future children, the sister to my family, and another daughter to my parents.

And finally, thank you for being the best to my friend.

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To The Boy Who Said College Republicans Weren't 'Really Republicans,' You're The Epitome Of A College Liberal

I'm not following in my parents' footsteps, but I'm taking steps that I hope my children follow in.

Dear boy that said I'm not truly a college Republican, I would like to let you know that I am absolutely a Republican and you are the epitome of liberalism.

Although most of your article was offputting, the thing that stuck out most to me was when you said: "Then, it hit me: these students were basically parroting the words that their parents used in their daily vernacular."

This statement is not only incorrect but it is also unknowledgeable... I've been politically involved since before I turned 18, more so than my parents ever were. Matter of fact, my dad didn't develop a political opinion until I was nearly graduated from high school.

Therefore, I am clearly not "regurgitating the same words used by my parents," because they are more influenced by me, than me being influenced by them.

I do take pride in thinking for myself and I am different and intelligent; especially living on a college campus that is liberal based. This takes ingenuity, perseverance, understanding and most importantly patience. I wouldn't know that if I wasn't thinking for myself.

Even though I disagree with some of your article, I will agree to disagree. While what you're saying should be taken on a case-by-case basis, clearly, I rise above the standard of following in my parents' footsteps.

I'm not asking you to become a conservative, all I'm asking is that you respect my opinion and let me take pride in being a young Republican voice. I will logically debate with you, give you factual information and use not my parents', but my own creative personality to give you valid viewpoints.

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