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others a sad matter of the circumstances afforded by free will. In the end,
those who have a pure heart and soul, they may not have a choice on
when they die—but they are almost always offered a choice on how they
leave this life.”
“That’s a fucking lie” I shot back, my blood beginning to boil,
concentrating on my glass in an effort to keep my eyes from watering.
The scotch seemed to have dimmed in color; I could smell the foul
peatiness. I softly snarled “I know plenty of people who would have rather
of gone out a different way.”
“Listen to me.” Michael’s head lifted and turned towards me with
a soft but stern voice. “It is their final seconds, minutes, hours, or however
longer they are given that matters. This precious time, as life is leaving
their body. How do they handle those fleeting moments? Are they in
an agonizing self-indulgent painful shriek of horror or do they turn to
those they love and speak?”
My blood cooled. I turned my watering eyes and looked at
Michael’s eyes that had new warmth in them. Michael focused on me
with an intensity that could only match the hatred I had for death.
He continued.
“How we leave this earth is the only opportunity that can be
afforded as a comfort in death. You can push the timeline. You can push
your final breaths. You can push life itself. Live to the moment you need
to say what it is you need to say. It is here, that the good ones have the
opportunity in an instance that is otherwise outside of their control.”
“So what of God then?” I retorted with inner angst forcing words
on my tongue.
“God has power, but in the end God gave you free will, which
ultimately gave every human the choice of determining whether God
actually exists. God may intercede when it is imperative for some reason
that is known only to him, but the death brought on this life is at the
hands of man, disease, and nature. Natural things happen, those who
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