"Miss Lewis" is the devil incarnate. She's like a bat. A bat with hearing levels reaching undiscovered wavelengths, unlimited capacity for cruelty and busy work, beady little eyes and she emitts a horrendous screeching sound to disorient her prey.
We had a speaker about organ donation. Prior to this I had completely believed that I wanted to be a donor on the unfortunate event of my untimely demise. After hearing some of the crap she said, I don't know if I want to sign the goddamned card. The way she was talking, it seemed like donors are just spare parts kicking around. Everything about her general manner bugged me. She was talking about how families of donors and recipients meet and how one lady was listening to her son's heart beat inside somebody else. Maybe it's just me, but I find that profoundly disturbing. She was acting as though it ought to be comforting and heartwarming. Eeesh. The stuff of nightmares!
All the people teaching say that they're impartial and they 'want us to make our own choices' but they are completely lying on that count! If they want us to make educated decisions, shouldn't we know more than one side of the story? There were practically 15-20 pages of dense endorsements of organ donation on our mandatory reading assignment. After which we spent an hour and a half listening to a woman talk about her daughter's miracle, completely neglecting another family's tragedy. How does she justify that?! She acted like all the victims of accidents etc. are worthless, but heaven-forbid that a sick person should die. Should we spend money 'educating' impressionable youths about the wonders of organ donation or should we try to make roadways etc safer so there are fewer people whose organ donor cards will be put to use?
If I were to die like that (not of old age) I would want my organs and tissue donated so somebody could live even if I couldn't. If I were to be a recipient, I wouldn't want to get the transplant. The idea of having to live on with the responsibility and knowledge that somebody else is dead and you're not is too much. You'd have to wonder if you deserved a second chance, or that if you don't go on to do incredible things, somebody else should have recieved it; not you. It would cease to feel like it was even your body anymore, your life to live, without obligations to dead people. Guilt factor + Gross factor.
Whatever my personal feelings on the matter, it was propaganda. The way it was presented and taught left no room for interpretation or question. They were submerging, bribing and guilting us into it. They bribed us with candy and extra credit 100 test grade for signing the paper, bombarded us from all sides and showed pictures of happy wonderful people who 'deserved to live'. Oh, well if somebody so lovely wants to live, I guess I'll go out and get in a car crash--don't worry, I'll be careful to prevent any damage to the goods! Gosh, if I don't become an organ donor, then little fluffy bunnies will die!
Also, there was a flat-out lie,"All religions have agreed that it is perfectly fine to be an organ donor". *bing* Wrong answer lady! You lose all your points! My mom had a spaz attack. Apparently, being the devout Jew that I am, I can't be a donor. --Joke. (I'm not religious. My mother's family was though.) Point being: my mom simply won't consent. Oh well. Poor little fluffy bunnies.
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