If you start with some dibillating disease that controls the body, and only eye movement can be expressed, or a person is so lost, that they know nothing of themselves, or their loved ones, but where does it end?
Some 19 year old that lost his first love? Someone that lost a limb, and used to go rock climbing, but they are unable now?
Surely there is no right and wrong?
OK. I got a call late on night. Your brother is in A&E, get there. I'd probably been drinking, and got there in mega time. He was mega smashed up, skull fractured, see the membrane of his brain, legs twisted broken beyond recognition, spine twisted out of joint. He jumped off a motorway bridge, after drinking superstrength lager, that his girlfriends brother had supplied, and they got in an argument.
My parents were in bits, blamed his girlfriend, who was also at his side, and because I comforted her, the family turned against me, but I pulled the surgeon up, literally, by his lapels, and said, you MUST save him. We had our fall outs like any brother do, but do you know why I did that?
Because my older brother had done exactly the same thing years before, and succeeded, and his body was so smashed up, they had to check for DNA to identify the body. So to put my parents through that trauma twice would have killed them.
My younger brother survived, but has had down days, tried to kill himself again, gets very aggressive, due to the trauma, but now goes on skiing holidays, travels the world, goes to college. He has c3/4 injuries, the worst suffered, like Christoper Reeve, superman, otherwise he'd be dead. Would me shouting and threatening the surgeon made a difference? I think I saved my parents that day.
If he took out a policy to die, would my parents live? Did I make the correct decision, to let him go, or face my parents that would never recover?
And that is why when I see nonsense posted in forums, is that some people just don't have an idea, or a picture of the world around them, they see a keyboard, and a screen, and someone to attack, and make feel bad for a few glorious moments.