It happens all of a sudden, when you don’t expect it. It’s impossible to predict. The moment when suddenly you are not you, when space slides apart and the ground goes out from under your feet, turns into the infinity of your condition.
In less prosaic terms, bang and you’re in the hospital. And he didn’t go there himself, but raced in an ambulance to the sound of sirens and blinkers on “green. To a fanfare, so to speak.
It reminded me of a rehearsal for something we fear the most. In the ICU, they undress you without even leaving a ring on your ring finger. They take away anything unnecessary that you don’t need. And the gods in robes bow and decide.
What a beautiful state! A chance to review everything you’ve done in your life. Like before and after. And at the point “after,” the right to draft is gone.
In fact, no amount of persuasion in a normal setting will make us change.
Yeah, and who knows what the right thing to do is? Nobody.
When the “resuscitation” condition happened, and the chance to continue living was given, it was clearly a signal to appreciate life, to draw conclusions, and… to thank.
