'wrongful' death?

Growing up we had this neighbour whose son was, how you say, retarded. i always wondered what happened, and then i was told they gave him the wrong treatment, and since then he became that way. it was not the first of its kind i had heard.

Last week my friend's niece passed away. Some intern doctor injected her spine without consulting his superiors. she developed complication from said incident and passed away the day after that. I wondered what her parents must have felt. it's like someone giving you a really great gift, and then just when you begin to get used to having it around they snatch it from you. You could sue, drag the pain on and on for maybe years, but after that there's just emptiness, because they'll never be back. it can never be the same as it was.


i believe in God, I believe He is good, His work is perfect, and all His ways are just. In the book A Walk to Remember the character Jamie says without suffering there can be no compassion. The male protagonist Landon replies, "Yeah, well tell that to those who suffer". it's easy for me to believe God's justice when it's not my child that was rendered retarded, or worse still, dead. Especially by a circumstance that was so clearly avoidable. why does God let bad things happen to good people i want to ask. But then there comes that whole, "My ways are not your ways" thing He says. But what do you say to people like my friend? there can be no compassion without suffering? When its my kid who died and i meet that intern, shall I be Christan and flash him a smile, the one that, well, killed my child?i doubt it.

the thing about a new place

I'm not a geek, most people i surround myself with are, but i am not. I just know the barest minimum I can get away with, and it is not much. Creating this blog must therefore be the thing i am proudest of this year. I always dreamed of being in a place like this, lost in the sea of people, unseen but still around. Here I exist, but i'm not really there. I am the world, the world is in me. I am excited about this, I know it means nothing to many, but for me it is an ear for my story, it is an avenue for relief. I do not have to hide behind a veil or curtain. I can be me, whoever she is, and that is one liberating thought.
Novelty is exciting, but also unnerving. I am going to be judged by people I know, people I don't know and people I will never know. and that's ok too, there is grave danger in self counsel, and who better than the stranger to be an ojective judge?

So here's to new beginning, here's to solitude, to love and life, and here's to a great new adventure. Cheers!!