I’m not sure if you’re familiar with this, but the Emergency Medical Services (EMS) calls that I receive come in at a different time than my normal practice. During this time frame, I’m more likely to be busy with some other task. To make matters worse, it is also an extremely busy time for me because I’m an emergency physician.
The first time I received an EMS call was the night of November 14th, 2011. The call was a woman complaining of severe abdominal pain. I immediately thought it was a case of gas and told her to stay in the hospital. Her condition was serious and I told her I would be at her location within an hour. When I arrived, I was shocked to discover that her baby was fine. As well as being fine, her baby was also extremely lethargic and had stopped breathing.
The baby died. I felt so awful. I went to the ER where I was told the baby had a heart condition and would need to be put on the monitor. The baby was in so much pain that it would have been impossible for him to live. I rushed to the hospital where the baby was placed on the monitor and it was determined the baby had died. I felt so bad. The entire night I cried for this baby.
I’m no stranger to the grief of a child dying. I lost my daughter in January of 2014. I was just so angry that she lost her life, and I couldn’t figure out why. I didn’t remember her face, her name, or anything else. I didn’t know how she died, or what it was like, so I had no idea what to do.
I have a special relationship with the Catholic Church. I was a teenager at the time, and they were the first ones to reach out to me. They told me I had a right to know what had happened to my daughter, and that I should go to a priest to say a prayer for her. I had no idea what that meant, but i did what they said. I was angry that the church would turn my daughter’s death into a game.
I went to a Catholic hospital that had a special room set aside for the girls. It was called the “Lorlorn.” There, she died. She was in her late 20s and had a congenital heart problem. They were able to save her a lot of money, and were able to do what she wanted them to do.
I’m sure that being a Catholic doesn’t make you a good person, but at least my daughter had the decency to take her own life. So I guess to answer your question, yes, some people might think that I’m a bad person for not taking her own life.
When we think of people who’ve died, we tend to think of the “bad” ones. But you see, sometimes we just choose to do the wrong thing. And yes, this is just one example. I’m sure there are others out there. We’re all probably going to die. All I can say is that we should be willing to make the right choices, even if it means taking our own lives.
It’s hard to think of someone who’s going to die in this game, because we’ve all seen people die in a game of Destiny. At least the ones that count. Most of us probably wouldn’t be here if it weren’t for dying in that game.
Thats the thing about Destiny though, because its one of the most popular games on the market, it is still incredibly addictive and has that addictive factor. You can’t just quit Destiny though, its a full time job. And if you can’t keep up with the plot, you probably wont be able to play Destiny at all.
