just a slab of clay

One thing i really don't care to know about.. is my guts. You know what i'm talking about. It's all that crap that my body is made up of. I for one, am perfectly content with the idea that i have a body, it either functions correctly or it doesn't, end of story. If something needs to be fixed a doctor who actually finds that sort of thing interested can take care of it for me.

They're constantly trying to help people to live longer, to be stronger and healthier. That's a good thing. If were given something we should use it to the best of our abilities.

I know of a lady whose life was on the line today. She was in a coma and they didn't think she would could out of it, and if she did they didn't think she would be able to do simple things like talk or recognize people. But she is not just some lady, she more than that. She is a daughter, a sister, a wife, and a mother.

She woke up today. She spoke. She had her memory.

But there have been times where they don't get another day. We are not guaranteed a lengthy lifetime. That's not something you can find in the owner's manual.

A lot of life, medicine, and death has been on my mind lately. In history we're learning about WWII right now. So many were killed... In lit, we read a story called "There Will Come Soft Rains". The theme of the story was that 'the same technology that helps us, can also kill us'.

We have medicine that saves lives, but we also have bombs that could kill us all.

i'm not sure where i'm going with this anymore... i guess this is just a slab of clay from the mix of my mind. ;)

any thoughts anyone wants to share?

PS. -please keep Alice in you thoughts and prayers. She was suppose to have surgery yesterday, as i would guess she did.