Having died (no vital signs) 4 times in this life and having my family brutally murdered in front of me, with me killing one of the murderers, I have little left to fear.
My one great fear is of being disabled. I have a touch of that from this latest stroke, where half my body still doesn't work too well (I'm typing this with one hand at about 30wpm), but I am terrified of being trapped in this body unable to communicate or do anything. My best friend's father was in that state for several months. His only communication was by the look in his eyes; he didn't even have the muscular control to blink 'yes' and 'no.' But he could cry. There are many definitions of hell; surely this must be one of them.
If I had no fear, I'd throw away all the stupid pills I take every day and just let nature take its course.
Mai (Harinder Kaur)
Some see things as they are and ask, Why?
I dream things that never were and ask, Why not?
Other blog links for Mai: Sometimes - 2 and The Road to Khalistan