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Date: 20 February 2006 16:33:45
I found out something this afternoon that made me think. Someone told me some news, about somebody who had died. At first, I thought she was talking about a 9 year old child. But then realised she was actually talking about a 65 year old adult. I was shocked and alarmed, when I thought the 9 year old had died. When I found out a 65 year old had died instead, part of me was relieved. I mean, obviously I was still shocked and sad at the loss of a life. But, I was glad in many ways, because the 9 year old was alive. And then I felt guilty because part of me was feeling in this way.
I have since justified these feelings of relief to myself, because I knew the 9 year old, whereas the 65 year old was a stranger. But should that make any difference? Is every life worth the same? Or is a child's life worth more than a pensioner's life, because there should be more of it left? Surely in God's eyes every life is worth the same. But I can imagine, if you were a mother, coming to terms with the death of your child, it would be much harder than coming to terms with the death of your 90 year old mother. Hmmm......