Saturday clinging to life
Respond in some manner to this quote:
Men cling to life even at the cost of enduring great misfortune --- Aristotle
Emil's thoughts on this
People will do anything, gamble everything if only to avoid capital punishment. These are the people who come to me for my services as a defense lawyer, hoping that I could help them avoid imprisonment or at least, an appointment with the lethal injection chamber. I sometimes do not feel as inclined to help, but I only have to remember that no man's life should be arbitrarily disposed of by another. I try to take only what is reasonable in the way of fees---just enough to keep me and my family in some comfort, without impoverishing my clients.
When it comes to how far people will cling though, I only have to remember the afternoon I found Marce again, two weeks after she'd been taken from me in plain sight. I can never forget the sight of her so pale, thin, with her body covered in more wounds and burns than I could count. Her eyes were wild; she did not recognize me at all. She had fought for her life, even if her captors had nearly reduced her to a shell of the woman who had till recently shone in the courtroom. I later found out that she had refused to choose between my life, and that of our son, so her kidnappers took it all out on her. Yet somehow she'd held on, escaped and limped the better part of ten miles to the road, where she was rescued.
Men cling to life even at the cost of enduring great misfortune --- Aristotle
Emil's thoughts on this
People will do anything, gamble everything if only to avoid capital punishment. These are the people who come to me for my services as a defense lawyer, hoping that I could help them avoid imprisonment or at least, an appointment with the lethal injection chamber. I sometimes do not feel as inclined to help, but I only have to remember that no man's life should be arbitrarily disposed of by another. I try to take only what is reasonable in the way of fees---just enough to keep me and my family in some comfort, without impoverishing my clients.
When it comes to how far people will cling though, I only have to remember the afternoon I found Marce again, two weeks after she'd been taken from me in plain sight. I can never forget the sight of her so pale, thin, with her body covered in more wounds and burns than I could count. Her eyes were wild; she did not recognize me at all. She had fought for her life, even if her captors had nearly reduced her to a shell of the woman who had till recently shone in the courtroom. I later found out that she had refused to choose between my life, and that of our son, so her kidnappers took it all out on her. Yet somehow she'd held on, escaped and limped the better part of ten miles to the road, where she was rescued.